[Session missed]
It will take a long time to get used to being addressed as “Oracle's Chosen” but that was the prefered address from the rather ragtag bunch of mercenaries and misfits that the town muster as it guards. Braz was woken by a rap on the door. One of the serving boys at the inn had been sent to rouse him with an important invitation.
Braz stumbled down the stairs bleary-eyed - his horns catching on the stairwell and taking a chunk out of the woodwork.
Greeted by 3 men, Braz thought he recognised the middle one with the most ornate helmet. His face was familiar, but last time there had been more of a .. grimace?
“Mr Vaca, Oracles Chosen, we come to you to ask for a great honour.” the taller of the men said, his face swirling with familiarity through a puddle of wine.
The fat one said “we are the town guards. Your prowess in the ring demonstrated to the captain that we really do need some help, especially with the army to the north”
The one in the middle, obviously in charge asked “would you come and train some of my men. I understand there is much afoot in Thylea but the running of public services can not be left unattended”
Braz, who had previously been interested in this offer of combat prowess and martial training perked up at the idea that he may be providing a public duty. The people of this city did deserve to be safe. He had only seen goodness from them. Many of the townsfolk were weary at being trodden on by poor leadership and the whims of gods and titans, but they were still good.
“Show me the way” Braz snorted and followed the town watch to their base where he spent the day parrying wild attacks and lazily placing hits on men who were ill-equipped to defend himself.
If these were the men who watched over the town of the God of War then what was about to happen to the populace of Thylea was unspeakable.