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You paid your goodbyes to your family and set forth on the road to your Uncle's house. Clad in your newly acquired mail and helm, your weapons and shield secured to your body with an old belt, you set out on the road. The trek to your Uncle's house wouldn't be too arduous - only 5 miles out of town - but you were still getting accustomed to wearing this armor for long periods.
You can remember the first time you came to your Uncle's cottage. It was with your mother when you were young, just after your father departed for the war. Your Uncle was preparing to go as well, and your mother was there to bid him farewell. Or perhaps she was trying to convince him to stay. It's hard to recall the exact details. Your Uncle had agreed to some sort of contract with a group of soldier-of-fortune. He was due to report somewhere to the southwest, deep in the Pentarchy. He seemed genuinely enthusiastic back then.
You stopped by a couple of times on your own when he returned, mainly to deliver some tools to him since he couldn't retrieve them himself. He had taken up the art of hunting, but realistically, he spent half of his time drunk off his mind. Whatever it was, he seemed scarcely content with the situation he was in. It was probably normal for him to be bored after the war with an everyday life, you suppose.
You spent most of your trip thinking. It was a peaceful journey, and as you neared your destination, you couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. As you approached, the familiar wooden cabin entered your sight. Knocking on the door, you hear a muffled groan from inside.
"Who the fuck is it?" You faintly hear from inside the cabin, along with the clatter of objects... falling? "It's too early for this shit." The door swings open, revealing a tall, unkempt man with deep-set hazel eyes.
"Oh, Radu!" He says, "I haven't ordered any new tools for a while. What brings you here, no less in full battle dress? Come to finally make me pay up, have you? I thought I got the family discount. Free!"
"Uncle," you say, cutting straight to the point, "I want you to train me as a warrior."
He chuckles slightly. "Has that smithy finally driven you mad? I should have you know that I don't offer those kinds of services for free. I know you're family and all, but if there isn't somehow the likes of a keg of beer behind you, I don't see why I should." Your Uncle leans on the door frame with a smirk.
Shit. You weren't expecting complete success coming here, but still, you weren't expecting him to reject you that quickly. Perhaps he could use some convincing. You think you're getting good at that, at least.
Will you:
>Promise to get him some alcohol later if he helps you get off your feet. A debt to him wouldn't be so bad, right?>Convince him to join you on your next contract and split the pay. Maybe you could appeal to his sense of adventure.>Write-in. 