DAMNED IF I YIELD AT THE END OF THE CHASE
As soon as Min had seen the poster, read the words which resonated so well with her own heart, she had known she had to find out more about this organisation. Of course, she did not commit to it in her mind right away - it was rarely productive to become quickly attached and as far as she knew it could be some kind of Outlander plan, in which case she would go simply to keep track of what they were up to.
With an old knife and some even older armour, she set off to the shop mentioned in the poster, not sure what exactly she was expecting to find. But anyone trying to impose order on the place was speaking her language.
She entered the half-broken door (thinking that if this was any kind of professional organisation they needed to get it sorted. Appearances and first impressions mattered.) and gave a brisk nod to the man and woman inside.
"Hello. I want to help with the organisation suggested on the poster. I have been a mercenary and value rules." Min kept it short, thinking that by the looks of it the group needed any help they could get.
MIN
