>>5387263>“May I ask who you are?” You say to the blonde man. “It’s not often I have strangers coming up to me. Let alone ones as…colorful as yourself.”“Ahh, but of course. I sometimes forget my reputation does not extend to these corners of Fodlan.” He clears his throat, before taking a dramatic bow. “I am Clay, adventurer from the far-off land of Dagda. At your service.”
“Dagda?” Sebastian asks, incredulously. “You’re a far way from home. What would you be doing here?”
He rises, giving you a beaming grin. “Back home, I’m known as a famous Hero. The bards often tell tales of my prowess on the battlefield. When I’d heard of the great war ravaging Fodlan, I thought to venture forth and pledge my blade to a worthy master.”
“So, you’re a foreigner, here for war?” Sebastian asks, distaste evident in his voice.
“Bit hypocritical of us to judge, no?” Theo says.
>“A worthy master? Well, there’s currently three of them. Take your pick. With your ‘qualifications’, I’m sure any one of them would love to throw you to the front lines.”“Ahh, but I’ve already found my master. She stands before me, in all her radiant beauty.” He takes another dramatic bow.
“The hell’s with this guy? You want I should rough him up?” Theo asks you.
“There isn’t an adventurer around who hasn’t heard of the tales surrounding the dreaded Blackwings! I will admit, I’d heard you to be a terrifying villain. That you lure men and woman to your service through seduction for your own gain. I thought that if our paths were to cross, I would surely have to vanquish you in honorable combat.”
>“You certainly have no problem speaking your mind..”“But seeing how you chose to take mercy on that common pickpocket, I realized just how wrong I’d been. Perhaps there is a half-truth to those rumors, and I have simply been led astray by your soft alabaster skin and deep eyes. But until I find out the truth myself, I wish to pledge my sword to your service!”
Goddess, the man certainly knows how to lay it on thick. You study him a bit closer. You’d only seen one person from Dagda before. Another mercenary that had worked at the Academy, Shamir. She’d looked nothing like the man before you, with her dark hair and sharp features. It was hard to say whether Clay fellow really was from Dagda or not. You had a feeling he was lying, though for what reason you couldn’t be sure. As for his competence, that was another matter. His gear looked high-quality. From what you could see of the sword hilt strapped to his side, it was of artisan make. He’d also seen your reverse pickpocket that boy. Sure, he was already staring at you to begin with, but only sharp eyes should have been able to catch that maneuver.
“Let him join.” They says. “We could use more cannon fodder.”
“We don’t even know who he is…” Sebastian mutters.
>A): Accept him into your service>B): Decline>C): Trial him 