Kareth
West Gate of Deliar
"Skelatia's tits, its cold."
Kareth the Legionnaire was soon to become Kareth of Deliar. It was a lengthy trek from the 10th Legion of Awom's camp at Roduma to Deliar, made lengthier by the snow. It was bad enough that he couldn't see the road half the way and sometimes wandered onto someone's land. Once he was even chased off by hounds; the landowner didn't give him any chance to explain himself. Bastard paid for that mistake: he lost two hounds and 3 more were mauled by the time Kareth had got away. He had sold his Legion shield to pay for a winter cloak at Roduma. Besides, he figured, if I manage to get a job as a guard, they'll want me to carry their crest and not that of the 10th. Besides, blasted thing weighed nearly half a ton. Being in a heavy infantry unit, his shield was a monster of a thing, nearly as tall as he. He was quite glad he didn't have to lug that bastard around anymore.
Finally, his long journey was soon to end. The city walls were in sight now. Kareth's sagging, frozen feet redoubled their efforts and brought him to the gates. He joined a guardsman warming himself by a brazier. "Good morrow, sir. Mind if I join you?"
The guardsman shook his head. "Where you from, traveler?"
"I came here from Roduma, but I'm looking to make a home here." Kareth began rubbing his hands by the fire.
"Aye?" The guardsman looked him over, noticing the mace hanging from his belt and the blade slung to his back. "You a Legionnaire?"
"Not anymore." Kareth pulled off his pack and set it on the ground. The guard tensed for a moment as Kareth reached inside, bur relaxed once he saw it was only papers. Kareth noticed the reaction when he looked up and didn't blame him. He'd had to deal with more than one deserter who managed to lie his way into a city. "My discharge papers." He offered them to the guard.
The Guard glanced them over and handed them back. "Welcome to Deliar, Tesserarius Kareth."
"I think I'd prefer Kareth of Deliar. By the way, is there anywhere in the city that an ex-legionnaire can get a decent room, and possibly a drink?"
"The best place I can think of is the Boot Buckle." Kareth thanked the guard after receiving directions and entered the city, post-haste. He needed a fire by his feet and a warmth in his belly.