"The job as a guardsmen", spoke Batta. He figured that the post was self explanatory, but then he realized the man was nomad. Nomad's did not have towns or city states. They did not have to have a standing army to protect themselves and all they owned. "Right, let me put it this way. If you become a guardsmen then you will guard the city state of Thria and all it holds. The city guard protect the streets and enforce order inside of the city state. They also assist the knights and other military forces in time of need. To place it in the most simple terms you are a mercenary for the city. Being a guardsmen does have some perks however. You gain a free place to lay your head and you have the city state of Thria at your back. As a guardsmen you will be considered a citizen of Thria and are entitled to all rights that come with it. The pay is good and the respect that comes with the position is worth the extra effort."
As Wei's father laid down his recruitment speed Wei decided it would be best to wonder off. It was true that he wanted to talk to his father, it had been a while, but at this point he just wanted a nap. The battle had taken a lot out of him. Not to mention he needed to get back on the road afterward. Wei had left home to become stronger and test himself. If he hung around Thria to long he was more than likely going to get pulled back into the family business, aka guardsmen work.
Walking away from the group Wei began to move back toward the main camp of the mercenary forces. He was still going to need to pick up his pay and then retrive some of his items he left behind when they moved to fight.
Appius gave a nod of understanding. "I apologize, but I do not believe such a position would suit me well. However, that is not to say that if you require mercenary aid in the future like today I will not accept." Appius knew that, fundamentally, the position was more than ideal. But it was not currency nor shelter that he sought. It was true that he fought for money. That was the definition of being a mercenary. But if Appius was going to dedicate himself to a militia force, he would need a true cause for such. It may be typical for a tribesman, but such an ideology was tried and true. After all, his mother had only been able to survive for so long because she had a proper motivation.
Appius held respect for Batta and the people of Thria. Their guards had shown that this region was not a land of passive merchants as he had suspected at first. From what he had seen, they were rather savage, yet just all the same. Perhaps it was worth staying in one of the hamlets here for a time. But regardless, Appius was better off as a nomad than a guardsman. He may have the skill, but adapting to such a lifestyle would surely be difficult. At least for Appius.
"Very well", spoke Batta as a slight smile crossed his face. The guardsmen figured the man would deny, but he felt he would have done his city a disservice if he did not ask. "Your still young and you have a entire life ahead of you. Most mercenaries like to wonder. If you ever take a arrow to the knee and decided that you want to have kids then head back this way. My offer will still stand. Until then farewell", spoke the man as he turned expecting to see Wei. The confused look on his face was priceless when Wei was no where to be found. "Where in the world did that boy go off to", he asked himself as he began to look for the young fighter.
As his father wondered around looking for him Wei was collecting his things. The young fighter had a long road ahead. This battle had showed him the flaws in his fighting style and his strength. What he needed to do now was to use that information to become a better fighter.
"So you are going to leave without saying anything to your father", spoke a familiar voice. Wei turned around to see his crimson hair aunt looking down on him.
"I attempted to."
"He was bussy?"
"Always busy, and besides I got to hit the road. I don't ..."
"Aren't you going to visit your mother?"
"Nah, not yet. If she saw me like this..."
"She would have a hisy fit", chuckled Lila. A soft expression dawned her face as she thought on the few good times the two of them had. "You know it will be your little brothers birthdays in three days right."
"Yeah I know. All the more reason to get out before the festivities begin."
"You don't like parties?"
"When it involves the miracle babies, no thank you. The way mother acts every time they have a birthday you would think she did not already have a son. Plus I am suppose to be doing my traditional wind walker journey. If I went home it would be over, and then."
"You think your dad will force you into the guard."
"Think means that he might do it, I know he will. Him and the guard ..."
"Are like peas and the pot", finished Lila. "Well then Wei, you can still ..."
"I would rather go alone. Nothign personal auntie lila, but I need to see how far I can get on my own. I don't need to be under your protection, nor my fathers. There is no point in me walking the world if I am going to constantly being assisted by my father and his friends."
Lila gave off a smile as she listened to the boy. There was no way she was going to let him go off completely by himself, but she respected his resolve. "Very well then go. Go as far as you want and fight as you want, but know this, I will not be to far behind. We are connected in more ways then you know Wei."
"What", question Wei as he attempted to decipher what she said.
"Don't worry about it and get going, before I change my mind and force you into my mercenary band." With that Wei took his leave. [Wei exits thread]
Turning away from Batta who was now intent on finding his son, Appius had someone to find as well. Zaahid, who he had left behind to fend for himself at the beginning of the battle. Come to think of it, if Appius had died, Zaahid might have been tied up until he just starved there. That, or someone cut him up for his meat. It wasn't as if the camel cared for Appius though. The saracen may feed his camel, but the beast rarely showed cognizance of his presence. It's not as if camels were renowned for their smarts anyway. Perhaps it was the only thing that did aside from his hirees in these past years. That was, aside from the recent Wei.
Stepping out of the mine, Appius passed through the battleground through which he had fought. It was an utter mess, to say the least. The sight of even those he had killed personally made him want to vomit. Death he could handle; he had experienced that before. But in such abundance, it was truly a revolting sight. Yet as Appius drew closer to where he had first been briefed, the mercenary spotted a familiar mount of his tied to a tree. Now bringing himself close to Zaahid, Appius took hold of the lead which he had fastened between the camel and the tree branch, undoing the knot. "I see that you are safe and sound, Zaahid." The beast did not reply, yet did not spit as it so often did when met with strangers.
"Hmm." Now holding the end of the lead in his right hand, Appius tugged the camel from its spot. "Come forth, Zaahid. Ever forward." The camel sounded a yawn-like groan before follow along with Appius, still with the packs of gear upon its back just as when it had arrived. Thankfully, nothing had been stolen as far as Appius knew. He did not bother to say goodbye to any of his comrades, not even Wei nor Lila. He was a mercenary, a foot soldier, and that was that. What did his farewell matter? Off into the afternoon sun he now did trot. In search of fortune, fame, and perhaps something more.