[Animayhem]

As was his custom, after meditations, he would go to the dummies and practice. He stopped as he overheard one of the Tyraturos legionnaires speaking to another.

"Hey man have you heard? A chance to make some gold. Better than what we get now.", the first one said.

The second replied," What ya on about?"

The other replied, " I was in the Trident when I heard two others talkin'. They bes sayin,

Tharchion Hezass Nymar is looking for mercenaries of all sorts to help bolster his forces as they march upon Aglarond! Soon, his army will depart the Keep of Sorrows and descend the First Escarpment towards to country of The Simbul!

" Hmm" the other was thinking about it and saw the excitement in his comrades eyes. " I say we do it. Things here too dang dull."

Marister gripped the hilt of his blades hard. He had heard it from the Hierarch's own lips. He refused and he felt torn. He had friends in Aglarond and friends who will be assisting in the attack. He had done his best and as he began his practice, he wondered how many more people he knew would he lose.