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Rask was half watching Wretha as his focus was mainly set on the fights in front of him. Each fighter was different and each one had some ability, though obviously some were clearly more skilled than others. A Gothi male showed sheer brutality Rask hadn't seen in a long time, reminiscent of the Highlanders that they would certainly face on their first adventure. A female elf, clearly more refined and skille, if lacking the force behind her punches that the Gothi had, dispatched her opponent just as well. The following man fought like a Ranger, however a self taught Ranger. He knew the tricks and moves in his mind, but when he had learnt, he had trained like any old knight. The last fighter Rask watched was an elf -or half elf at least- who slightly confused Rask. The way he drew the bow made Rask think Ranger, like the earlier man, however Rangers fought with a single blade, not too. The man wore the armour of a bandit but had some control. Perhaps trained as an assassin? A poor assassin at that but one none the less. As the last fight finished Rask was about to call attention when Wretha caught his ear. Turning back he smiled as she recognised the script.

"I am but a vessel, carrying my siblings unto death. Let them walk alone, for now. I shall soon join them. Very good. And I don't mean to seek it, I mean to find it." Winking Rask stood and slammed his fist on the table. "You, you and you grab the sorry bodies off of the sand and leave. There is a purse behind the bar to pay for medical costs." With that the losers who could still walk carried those who couldn't out. Leaving only the victors and the bet masters, of which they soon left too. Gesturing for everyone to sit Rask spoke.

"Firstly I wish to congratulate you for your success. You all fought hard and won. Now you get the prize, if you can call it one for now. As some of you may have heard our dear friend Wretha say, I am setting out to find the treasure of the Sayamir Pass. It's currently snowed in, however by the time we arrive at the village of Dob the snow will have melted and we will be able to strike out. Some of you may know the stories, some may not. You will soon hear them. In my band I am going to be fair, but strict. You step out of line, you endanger the band or you betray the band and I will execute you myself." Rask paused for a second. "Okay maybe I won't execute you straight away if you step out of line, but you get what I'm saying. Now, your cut, no matter the treasure, is fifteen percent, with myself getting twenty five percent. Now that is a better percentage than you will get in any other band, however I wont pay you the days we don't have treasure. That percentage is the same for anything we loot along the way. You don't like it? Leave. Finally I will buy a horse for every man. You will be expected to carry your own supplies and maintain your own arms. Oh and it seems most of you aren't the best swordsmen. Once a week I will have sparring practice with every single one of you. Some of you may not be swordsmen, but I want every single one of you to be able to hold one. Is there any questions? If not. Sign here." Rask pulled out a slightly dirty piece of paper inscribed with the details he had just mentioned, and a thin piece of charcoal he used as a pencil.

"Wretha and Thena. You stay behind. I need a word. The rest of you, we meet at the Western Gate tomorrow at dawn. If you aren't there, we go without you. Oh..." Rask pulled a small chest from between his legs and opened it. Pulling out medium sized purses he threw one at each person.

"You got five hundred gold for each of you. A signing on bonus so to speak. Make sure you have some warm clothes and a week's rations for the trip. Anything left is pocket money. Enjoy."
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