The last round of guard patrol for the eleventh hour of the evening had just passed the Tindrem tavern's entrance, and another squad took its place like clockwork. Inside the tavern, patrons are getting up to leave or finishing their drinks. The tavern keeper is wiping mugs and cleaning up before closing shop for the night. He notices at the far end of the tavern, where a small wooden table and stool is situated, a lone figure sits.
"We're closing soon for the night. Unless there's something else I can get for ya?" The tavern keeper said with a somewhat coarse local Tindremene accent. The lone figure, with his head down and inked feather in hand, was writing on a parchment, deep in thought. He stops writing and looks up at the tavern keeper, "If I may, another round of wolf peach juice would be much obliged."
The tavern keeper nods with a slight grin, "Wolf peach juice. Say, are you from Fabernum by any chance? They say wolf peaches grow there." The lone figure smiles back, "It's my hometown, a beautiful place. And yes, we have a garden there that grows wolf peaches, among other botanicals. I'm heading back there after my drink." The tavern keeper, pausing briefly, asked, "At this hour of the night? You're not some imperial spy or assassin, are ya?" The lone figure replied with a relaxed smile, "Not at all. It's a safer time to travel, especially if you take the path less travelled."
The tavern keeper nods again as he brings the mug of wolf peach juice to the lone figure. As he draws near, he notices the Tindremic Guard armour and red Tindremic cape worn by the lone figure. "Are you sure you're not some city guard that's supposed to be on patrol somewhere? The Tindremic military might let that goat of a man Krampos Buccus ransack my house at year's end if they see me holding you up from your guard duty.", he says jokingly.
The lone figure leans back, looking more casual in posture as he sips the mug of wolf peach juice, replies, "Have no fear, I'm not with the military. The Tindremic Guard armour is everywhere these days, and even some criminals wear it. I'm just here to complete my guild's official charter. A mug of fine wolf peach juice helps with concentration on the more technical side of things."
The tavern keeper, now more curious and slightly cautious, asked as he glanced at the completed document on the table, "Yeah, you definitely don't look like one of the guards. What guild are you with, sir?" The lone figure hands the parchment to the tavern keeper, who reads it:
We are the APC, full guild name, Auxiliary Peacekeeping Citizenry. First founded 200 years ago in Tindrem by an unnamed Tindremic citizen whose identity is now lost in the cataclysmic upheaval of the Second Conflux. We are citizens of Nave, and our mission is peace.
By order of our founder and guild master, Leorias, the following is binding to all guild members at all times. Our Three Tenets, recently rediscovered and reinstated, guide our actions, words, and motivations.
Tenet one. We will not bring infamy or disgrace upon our name by partaking in direct or indirect criminal acts such as murder, theft, dishonest dealings, opportunism, and the like.
Tenet two. We will avoid as best as we can from getting involved in matters not belonging to us, nor in the politics of warring guilds vying for supremacy and dominion in the land.
Tenet three. We will treat our fellow peacekeepers as equals and with goodwill in the sanctity of non-aggression and mutual respect for each other's life and property.
Our Rules of Engagement are self-defence or defence of allies or innocents only.
As long as the Three Tenets and Rules of Engagement are abided by, guild members have full discretion to do and speak as they please.
The tavern keeper, with a look of approval and now-friendly demeanour, hands the parchment back to Leorias, who thanks him for the drink. "I like what your guild stands for, friend. Come by anytime when you're in Tindrem, and I'll have a wolf peach juice ready for ya.", said the tavern keeper.
Leorias gets up and turns to leave, looks back, and smiles briefly at the tavern keeper before walking off to retrieve his steppe horse from the stable.
"We're closing soon for the night. Unless there's something else I can get for ya?" The tavern keeper said with a somewhat coarse local Tindremene accent. The lone figure, with his head down and inked feather in hand, was writing on a parchment, deep in thought. He stops writing and looks up at the tavern keeper, "If I may, another round of wolf peach juice would be much obliged."
The tavern keeper nods with a slight grin, "Wolf peach juice. Say, are you from Fabernum by any chance? They say wolf peaches grow there." The lone figure smiles back, "It's my hometown, a beautiful place. And yes, we have a garden there that grows wolf peaches, among other botanicals. I'm heading back there after my drink." The tavern keeper, pausing briefly, asked, "At this hour of the night? You're not some imperial spy or assassin, are ya?" The lone figure replied with a relaxed smile, "Not at all. It's a safer time to travel, especially if you take the path less travelled."
The tavern keeper nods again as he brings the mug of wolf peach juice to the lone figure. As he draws near, he notices the Tindremic Guard armour and red Tindremic cape worn by the lone figure. "Are you sure you're not some city guard that's supposed to be on patrol somewhere? The Tindremic military might let that goat of a man Krampos Buccus ransack my house at year's end if they see me holding you up from your guard duty.", he says jokingly.
The lone figure leans back, looking more casual in posture as he sips the mug of wolf peach juice, replies, "Have no fear, I'm not with the military. The Tindremic Guard armour is everywhere these days, and even some criminals wear it. I'm just here to complete my guild's official charter. A mug of fine wolf peach juice helps with concentration on the more technical side of things."
The tavern keeper, now more curious and slightly cautious, asked as he glanced at the completed document on the table, "Yeah, you definitely don't look like one of the guards. What guild are you with, sir?" The lone figure hands the parchment to the tavern keeper, who reads it:
We are the APC, full guild name, Auxiliary Peacekeeping Citizenry. First founded 200 years ago in Tindrem by an unnamed Tindremic citizen whose identity is now lost in the cataclysmic upheaval of the Second Conflux. We are citizens of Nave, and our mission is peace.
By order of our founder and guild master, Leorias, the following is binding to all guild members at all times. Our Three Tenets, recently rediscovered and reinstated, guide our actions, words, and motivations.
Tenet one. We will not bring infamy or disgrace upon our name by partaking in direct or indirect criminal acts such as murder, theft, dishonest dealings, opportunism, and the like.
Tenet two. We will avoid as best as we can from getting involved in matters not belonging to us, nor in the politics of warring guilds vying for supremacy and dominion in the land.
Tenet three. We will treat our fellow peacekeepers as equals and with goodwill in the sanctity of non-aggression and mutual respect for each other's life and property.
Our Rules of Engagement are self-defence or defence of allies or innocents only.
As long as the Three Tenets and Rules of Engagement are abided by, guild members have full discretion to do and speak as they please.
The tavern keeper, with a look of approval and now-friendly demeanour, hands the parchment back to Leorias, who thanks him for the drink. "I like what your guild stands for, friend. Come by anytime when you're in Tindrem, and I'll have a wolf peach juice ready for ya.", said the tavern keeper.
Leorias gets up and turns to leave, looks back, and smiles briefly at the tavern keeper before walking off to retrieve his steppe horse from the stable.
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