Faverson's unit was the usual rag tag group of adventurers that are too fool hardy to understand they are walking straight into the worst place ever. Over confident joking fools who should have listened to their parents back when they were children to avoid playing with fire (so unlike me in every way of course). I was in a wagon caravan outside of Rosetia with them all the way down to Regor. There were a total of seven brave soldiers Faverson was bringing with him ignoring the shorty slaves and boat crew he hired in Regor.
Carter: Card player, guy was always shuffling a deck and had some game I'd never heard of he wanted to play, I gave him more of my money than I'd like to admit. I was never really clear on what Carter was doing there, some kind of trader was my guess, he sure wasn't much of a soldier (he bitched more than I did, and thats saying something).
Stone: Like the name would imply, pure soldier. Carried a large mace with him spoke only in grunts, loved to eat though, damn that guy could pack away food, also because of that tended to delay us in the morning when he had to relieve the excess if you catch my meaning.
Spate and Cooley: Ranged guys, first time I ever partnered with guys carrying rifles over arrows (a trend that continued up till today obviously. Spate and Cooley were basically inseperable, they had been in marksman in the war between the Red Hand and Ronerawth (obviously fighting for Ronerawth based on using technology over magic). Their rifles were that black powder exploding type, noisy as hell, but they tended to get the job done. Cooley talked like an aristocrat, Spate had a regional way of talking I could never place, it just sounded odd, half the time we had to have cooley translate Spate for the rest of us.
Meg: Meg was the cook, hunter, and overall camp supervisor. She was bigger than Stone and had more scars. She looked like she spent her whole life living off whatever land she was from and was absolutely terrifying for that. On top of her cooking and hunting, she was the closest the camp came to a medicine person, though I never went to her for assistance (her methods ranged from spitting on it and rubbing dirt, to roughly turning it over looking for what could be hurt). Her food also wasn't that good, but based on her size I didn't want to dare insinuate I wasn't enjoying it.
Teagera: Clearly he was some kind of thief (I kept checking my bags anytime he hung around me for longer than a few moments), only member of the group that was a shorty (not surprising he was a thief, most of those little buggers are). Talked a lot, him and Cater sat there and talked all night long (I have no idea when they slept), mostly made up stuff based on my knowledge of well anything he purported to speak on.
Yyne: The only other female, I didn't know anything really about her or why she was there. She just mumbled quietly to herself and stayed around Farverson like a lost puppy. I figured he was his relief slave (you can guess what kind of relief I'm talking about here), she didn't discuss things with the group, nor show any martial skills that I ever witnessed.
That about sums up my traveling companions as I approached Regor I was dreading the trip across the ocean. I have no idea what they thought of me, because frankly I don't care what lessers think of the grand Trezlan Lorentino! Or if I was being honest its because I spent a lot of the trip getting over a nasty seasonal illness and despite losing money to Carter occaisionally I just kept to myself throwing up occaisionally.
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