Monnrow marched up to the sign up sheet, his gait dripping with precision only a military man would have, a scowl etched on his features, not caring to look at anyone else on his way. Barging through anyone that stood in his path, he was determined to get his over with. He finally reached the sheet, scrawling down in a fairly neat manner.
Eli Monnrow, 33, Accepted.
He had no love for this 'queen' or her land, but he'd finally reckoned this might be a good way of getting some answers, answers he was seeking. Turning to leave, he looked at one of the guards, giving a firm nod as only a soldier would, without so much as a hello before he marched back off in the direction he'd come from.
It was done.
Eli Monnrow, 33, Accepted.
He had no love for this 'queen' or her land, but he'd finally reckoned this might be a good way of getting some answers, answers he was seeking. Turning to leave, he looked at one of the guards, giving a firm nod as only a soldier would, without so much as a hello before he marched back off in the direction he'd come from.
It was done.
