Rinic woke up. His first though, [i] This is it. Today we go to battle.[/i] Rini stood up and faced himself in the mirror, his black eyes shimmering in the weak grey light that shown through his window. Today was another chance to save more lives, and that's what Rinic did. He moved over to his closet, pulling out a clean undershirt, then pants. He then moved to the second closet in his well kept, yet humble two room cabin. He opened the furnished pine doors, carefully crafted by himself and looked at his armor. It was nothing spectacular, just his Mage mail and diamond brigade guantlets. But, he cared for them every night, regardless of whether or not they had been used. He donned these as well. After donning these items he picked up the Machiavellian sword, which lay besides a copy of Machiavelli's [i] A Book For a Prince[/i]. This book outlined how to be a good and proper leader for a high ranking member of society. It was Rinic's favorite piece of literature. He flipped through the pages, as was customary for himself before a coming battle against the rath of hell. Even if it was a minor one. He closed the book and placed it back where it was, diverting his attention to his blade. It shined as he unsheathed it, but he retrieved his oils and grinding stone regardless. He took the stone and moved it up and down both sides of his blade, applying pressure as he did so, thus sharpening his blade to the point of cutting rock as if it were butter. He then took his oils and poured them onto a cloth, which he carefully moved up and down the blade, making it shimmer with each deft flick of his wrist that he pulled. He sheathed it and took a look around his house, it was not much, nor where the homesteads of any other mercenary in his company, considering the price for protection was quite low, but it was the home he had built through honest work. 

He stepped outside and moved along the other houses in his village of warriors knocking on the doors of each home to arouse them from their slumber in order to prepare for battle. He knew they were already up, some of them probably couldn't sleep. Today was going to be one of their more difficult battles considering it was a mid level demon so chances are some people would die, but none the less, they were going to save the people of a small village a few kilometers out. These were good me , intent on making the world a better place no matter how they themselves lived. It would be an honor to fight along side them, and if it came to that, to die along side them.