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<span class="mu-i"> ''And you say that your previous employer was run out of the city? Why do you seek to attach yourself to a crusading army? It doesn't seem like the type of employment an apprentice scribe would seek. After all, it is a large enough city with enough employment, so why not take up a clerk's position at the court of justice or the town hall?'' </span> You asked Ulrich Schreiber, a few years older than you in his early twenties.
<span class="mu-i">'' I was nearly finished with my apprenticeship and was preparing to begin on the work that would allow me to advance to the level of a journeyman, but thanks to that wastrel, I am in no position to start. The guild has not been much help either. I have been left standing in the cold because of my past association with him. It seems like there's no way out.</span> he told you glumly.
<span class="mu-i"> ''I can understand, but that does not explain why you seek to come with us. You can't fight, you told me so yourself.'' </span> You answered him while taking a swig of your tankard.
<span class="mu-i"> ''My lord, the plan is for me to produce a work of exceptional quality, which will allow me to gain acceptance into the scribes guild. A chronicle of a crusading army would fit nicely, and besides, I can write Isidorian and Mithradian, which can be useful considering your destination. I can also draw; thus, it will be all the more authentic.'' </span> The young man explains with a motion of his hand and a faint smile.
An account of your own travels and campaigns in Mithras is an appealing notion. Not only would you make history, but you would also have the option to write it. Indeed, you could embellish your own deeds there and downplay the achievements of any potential rivals, should you so please. By creating a direct source, you could wrangle the future historical discussion in favour of the dynasty. Not that Schreiber would be concerned with that, he's more interested in gaining his journeymanship by going on adventures.
<span class="mu-i"> ''Very well, you are hired. But don't come too late. As you aren't a part of the men-at-arms, you will travel with the baggage train. That means with the cooks, carriage drivers, sutlers, and other supporting camp followers.'' </span> You told him.
<span class="mu-i"> ''Thank you, my lord. I will go and fetch my scant few belongs and head for the camps as soon as I am ready'' </span> The lad suddenly seen full of vigour, as if awakened from a stupor. Before he stands up from his chair and makes for the exit, you throw him a pouch with the agreed sum. As the emperor did with you, so you do with him. Though he nearly loses his footing trying to catch.
In what currency did you pay him?
>82 Reichsthalers
>115 Greifs
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