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Garret looked over the casks, of ale for his men, his eyes sliding over each barrel taking a small taste of each, which with so many, was still about a mug. He sighed as he looked to the man, "I see you had to water it all down a little.". He forestalled the man before he could object, Garrets voice came calm, with a reassuringly quality. "It may be for the best, it is a long night, and a long march, just to hopefully find work.". Garret had a kind smile, as he paid the man, letting the trader count the money before he loaded his cart, and checked his horses, the land liege had told him to keep his group of men far from town, lest an accident happen, it was not uncommon for mercenaries to have such a reputation. it did not bother Garret much he liked the free life, always in search of the woman for whom he could love, though some of his tastes were hard to match with the type of women he wanted.
Garret was a tall man, with broad strong shoulders, he held a way about himself, that showed either he was noble born, or thought very highly of himself. He was easy to pick out as a swordsmen, his sword at his side held a certain elegance, a slightly curved blade, the hilt lined with silver to show off slightly, but to not make it completely obvious. He held a simple chain shirt, that hugged him properly, a leather vest shirt overtop of it., his trousers held stitched leather leggings, to protect from a simple cut, but allow him to move freely. his arms were bare except a red cloth tied to his left arm, in the center a golden cut picture of a dragon, showing he was from a mercenary squad, and who they were. he had short brown hair, messed about his head from one too many nights in the woods, though he was mostly clean shaven, he kept up with it well, even in traveling. His calm hazel eyes scanned the street, before he moved to get onto his wagen, and get back to his men, his guard of three men, changing positions on the cart, he had asked about work around down, and there seemed to be little worth the effort, for what they would earn.
Garret was a tall man, with broad strong shoulders, he held a way about himself, that showed either he was noble born, or thought very highly of himself. He was easy to pick out as a swordsmen, his sword at his side held a certain elegance, a slightly curved blade, the hilt lined with silver to show off slightly, but to not make it completely obvious. He held a simple chain shirt, that hugged him properly, a leather vest shirt overtop of it., his trousers held stitched leather leggings, to protect from a simple cut, but allow him to move freely. his arms were bare except a red cloth tied to his left arm, in the center a golden cut picture of a dragon, showing he was from a mercenary squad, and who they were. he had short brown hair, messed about his head from one too many nights in the woods, though he was mostly clean shaven, he kept up with it well, even in traveling. His calm hazel eyes scanned the street, before he moved to get onto his wagen, and get back to his men, his guard of three men, changing positions on the cart, he had asked about work around down, and there seemed to be little worth the effort, for what they would earn.