Marian's first jobs as a mercenary were not really noteworthy. The group she signed up with mainly provided bodyguard work for the high rollers to make sure the money they earned stayed in their pockets and didn't find its way into other peoples unless allowed (the occaisional whore, clergyman or conman and that's just the first guy! Yes I made that joke with Marian, no she didn't find it funny either). The person who hired her took a liking to her (professionally, her description of him personally came with much revulsion). His name was Trotter, he claimed his look was to scare off people assuming sell sword work was for pretty boys, but Marian said that didn't exactly explain the smell and while I didn't smell him personally her description was enough.
Trotter had lived himself a life worthy of a story from what my digging around could turn up (what can I say Marian's story left me wanting to know what she was leaving out). He was a soldier in the Red Hand military for several of his formative years (conscripted due to criminal issues, thank whatever gods I depend on that never happened to me). Once he served his sentence he sold his sword everywhere, including a couple stints in Ronerawth (which is probably why he took a shining to Marian, you can spot a Ronerawthian from a mile away in Red Hand territory, they are the ones who look at magic with revulsion). Trotter wound up in Lork after losing a fortune at gambling and ended up owing the robber barons there just about everything he owned. He'd been the cities liason for mercenary work for going on fifteen years and by all acounts he still had over half his debt left to pay.
I think it was that fate that he hoped Marian would avoid. Which is what got her sent on the career defining mission she imparted to me and I wrote down as a story, and I'll get to that finally. Tomorrow, naturally a good story tell has to have some come down from my earlier highs...
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