When joining the line of recruits, Arianna found that her nerves were finally getting to her. She shifted from foot to foot, nervously awaiting the beginning of... Well, something. She wasn't entirely sure of what the big boss man of the mercenary group had planned for the new recruits, but that only helped to push Arianna closer to a panic attack.
The men had surrounded her had all one thing in common: They were bigger than her. And they were men. More than once had she been cornered by drunken perverts in the streets of Charten, and each time she was barely able to escape the clutches of the delirious men. But these five? If they wanted to, they would rip her to shreds in a heartbeat.
Still though, Arianna was determined to star strong. She straightened her posture to a pole-like stature, puffing her chest out to make her seem bigger, if only a little bit. Suddenly, a voice drifted in to her ear. It was one of the recruits. The voice was quiet, and obviously meant for her. "I wouldn't worry, Lass. Unless you can't even swing one I doubt they'd turn you away."
His comment made Arianna cross her arm and puff her cheek out in distaste. "That's easy for you to say," she huffed. The man looked tough, but that sounded like an understatement in Arianna's head. By the Gods, the man was missing an eye! "I mean, look at you. You look like you can break a neck like a twig, and I don't even have a weapon."
Suddenly, the four other men started to jump in to the conversation. One of them was leery of the man who had just been conversing with Arianna, apparently cross over his apparent alliance with the Rak'thurrian empire, a country that Arianna had never heard of before. There was a sudden tension in the air as the Rak'thurrian fighter shot back his own remark.
Then, to her great relief, the second man quickly eased the tension between the feuding rivals. He had introduced himself as Helath, and was rambling on about his two axes, which he had affectionately named Knuckles and Palm. They were impressive axes, to say the least. After Helath had finished, the Rak'thurrian, started to explain his axe as well. It's name was 'Invictus,' which apparently translated to 'invinsible.' The tidbit about the serrated hunk of metal about being able to shred through armor made Arianna shudder.
After the man was done gloating about his weapon, an obvious truth dawned on her. Something that she had even said out loud, but failed to take in to consideration: Arianna had no weapon of her own. This made her even more nervous about the four men. She, who had no formal weapons training, besides chopping wood, was going against four, larger men, who were probably very well trained in their trades. "I'm-I'm Arianna!" She said pridefully. Her confidence began to shrink as she continued. "And, uhm, I don't really have a weapon. And to be honest, I've never really swung an axe at anybody..." She looked down at her feet, suddenly ashamed to be where she was amongst these men.