A weasel enters the lions den

Weasel walks up to the lions tavern through the snow. Well here goes nothing. He opens the door and is greated by a warm cosy glow from inside. It turns his cold cheeks red and he takes a second to adjust to the temperature. Weasel takes a good look around the tavern and what he sees pleases him. This is no overcrowded noisy tavern as the home of the sashes. Sure they were welcoming but it was so crowded and noisy. And every single bugger seemed to join them. No what he sees in the black lion inn is military presence. It is no wealthy place sure but the calm atmosphere and the strong looking individuals sure seem more up his alley. Weasel gathers all his courage and walks up to the tavern keep. Good day, the name's weasel and I am looking for a job, a bed and a nice meal to get rid of this cold. He says with a warm smile across his face.

OOC: Sorry I missed this mail. A sargeant at arms nods at Weasel and says So you want to join us eh? Alright then. Let's see you spar with Tomas here. As your blades clash, the Sargeant says Alright! Halt! I can see you know the guards and wards. Good work. Is there anyone who can vouch for you (do you have renown with any Company)?

I have joined the sashes on their trip tor gates garth I have to say it was not my biggest moment.In the town I managed to protect everybody's equipment fending of some roughing but after that I did myself no pride. The journey continued towards a fane. If you ask me to scout and fight blade against blade ïm fine. But this fane had some weird magic I had never seen before and when people start fighting themselves amongst ghosts and flying swords on my second day in haven it all became too much. After I made sure those in my close vicinity were save I chose to return to civilization and not go further into that haunted place.(I had to leave a bit before the end of the session with the Oracle so not sure if that gave me renown). That's also the reason I waited so long before applying to a company. I was a bit ashamed of myself as well as looking into the different companies and see wich one would be best at manning me up into reaching my full potential. Your band seems very fit for the job and I humbly ask of u for a chance at redemption as well as a chance to prove my worth in service of your company. Ïll work the work and try my best to bring something to your table. 

Yeah; well magic is no joke. We leave that to the 'Orses so no blame to you. I 'eard about that caper and it was no joke. I heard that bloke Horcus got killed and 'ee was a tough nut. I'll check out what you say with the Sashes but if you've told the truth then you are in mate.

Weasel nods his head. I thank u for the opportunity and will do my best to represent u well. I try to become a proud scout of the black lions.

While waiting for the approval and acceptance Weasel looks around the inn and tries to get familiar with the lay out and all the people who are in. He is  not the best small talker but he'll try and get acquainted with the rest of his newfound company

Corporal Mennar takes Weasel under his wing; Weasel! Now what kind of name is that for a warrior? I'd change that right quick matey! Don't worry; we won't tell ya Mama! And he introduces Weasel to a few of the Black Lions. There is the hulking Tomas, a Geatish warrior from Tyrahsis who says almost nothing and Marcellenus from Valmar who got sent to Maladon for wooing too many high born ladies ans smells of fine perfumes. Then there's Clart, who is a half-orc who joined the Warhosts after a stint as a Gladiator and is Tomas' best friend and sword Brother and finally a mated paid of Dragonborn whom everyone calls Mr and Mrs Egg as their real names are unpronounceable. Most of the rest of the Company is camped out near a place called Redvale; apparently it's a new town that is being built at the Emperor's orders. They won't be back for a least a month, as they are guarding the workers in case of trouble. The Red Dragons are doing the same with Downgarth and the Sun's are guarding Yalesbrook. All of 'em is new see; and till the walls are up the Emp' ain't takin no chances. Here; 'ave an ale and a bite of pie. This Pek called Gabbi makes 'em; not bad for a Sash eh..?

you'd be surprised how ferocious and vigourously weasels would fight when needed, sir .  Weasel winks while replying the corporal. And to be fair i've adapted quite fondly to the name. Makes people underestimate you. And to be fair, there's no point in taking a big name when u haven't done big things to back it up. Maybe i'll earn a new nickname around these parts but for now, Weasel fits me fine. He greet's everybody he's introduced to and tries to remember everything he can about them. This is a fine establishment and an even finer crew i must say. I can see and hear that i made the right choice in applying here. And this pie is indeed delicious. Weasel keeps talking with the corporal for a while and eventualy calls it a night. From then on he just is training and helping out daily in every way he can untill he sees a good opportunity to represent the lions on an adventure.

Weasel is sent to Whitewatch for a week; it is around 20 miles away from Haven and overlooks the Bonewood. The reason for this name is soon clear; underneath the leaf litter of the forest is a carpet of animal bones; most of them tiny. The Forest is also covered in huge, smooth, moss covered boulders. Whitewatch is small and run down tower that overlooks a pass between steep hills that leads to the sea. On the other side of the pass a huge tent city can be seen; as Yalesbrook is hastily built to accommodate all the refugees the Emperor brought with him. The Black Lions have set up twin toll towers to tax those using the pass and you man this post in the freezing wind with Mennar and Mr and Mrs Egg. It is a boring duty with only the occasional hunter using the pass and grumbling at the copper toll but deep in his cups one night, Mennar tells you the toll towers are not here to collect taxes but are really here in case the Red Emperor sends men to outflank Haven and attack the Vale and the emerging town. You return to Haven after a week with mild frostbite.

50 XP for roleplay so far

When Weasel return he takes a day to let his trip wash of him. The next morning he walks to the market district and is giving a few copper pieces to the beggars there. He Will also buy Some loafs of Bread and makes sure that the orphans and beggars with kids All get a piece. He'll spant a gold piece in Total. After that he,ll return to the inn to talk with mr and mrs about the terrible cold and he'll ask them Some more about their homeland and even train with tem. End RP and thx for the info and xp.