<Gab 'Kilit' Norston>: Ahoy there, bossy-looking person. Are you, perchance, looking for capable sell-swords ? Cos' you have one right here.
<Player>:
- (Yes) I'm indeed hiring soldiers recently, but speak a little about yourself first.
- (No) I don't need soldiers with an ego that matches mine. Good day to you.
(If "Yes" is choosen, conversation continues
<Gab 'Kilit' Norston>: Oh come on, is this really necessary ?! I'm kind of in a hurry you know !
<Player>: All the more reason to speak up. I prefer to know who I'm dealing with.
<Gab 'Kilit' Norston>: Oh fine ! (...why do I always get the pushy employers...) ahem, I'll try to sum things up in short. The name's Gab Norston, but call me just 'Kilit'. I'm from the Kingdom of Antares, leading state of the Empire of Antaria. My family was quite wealthy but saying that I was born with a silver spoon in the hand would be an exaggeration. Cos' I was the fourth-born child. That means almost zero inheritance. So as soon as passed my 12th winter I was simply handed over to a distant relative working at the military. Said it was for the sake of my future. Hah, some future that turned out to be...
<Player>: Why, what happened exactly ?
<Gab 'Kilit' Norston>: I'll get to that in a minute. That uncle of mine was determined to make me a perfect soldier but I'm not the type who likes to take lectures from old geezers. I guess my stubbornness is my sole heirloom but it is something I decided to hold into throughout all the years of constant training and fighting I was put through. Then finally after over eight freakin' years I was allowed to leave the army. Hear that ?! Not a single medal or promotion, no reward for risking my sorry ass for faceless superiors each and every day, just permission to leave without consequences ! Whoever heard of such crap ?!
<Player>: That sounds cruel but didn't you do something to upset your superiors ?
<Gab 'Kilit' Norston>: Well I can't say I was a role model. I often got into drunken brawlings, cheated in card games, argued with sergeants and gave the finger to my uncle. Nothing worse than any average soldier in the Antarian army. Though the last act I mentioned was probably decisive. I have no evidence but it's quite obvious that the old bastard had arranged for me not to receive any reward for my otherwise fabulous performances on the field. He probably thought it was a fair punishment for my "disobedience". Grr, just the mere thought of it...! Bah. Thinking back, he just couldn't stand me more than I could stand him: not at all. He got what he deserved, though.
<Player>: Which was ?
<Gab 'Kilit' Norston>: I stabbed his neck.
<Player>: I have a feeling we won't be partners.
<Gab 'Kilit' Norston>: Hey, don't judge so hasty ! Those eight years were a livin' hell for me, hastening my uncle's natural passing was the least I could do to make up for it ! Look, I promise I won't be stabbing you or any of your guys at all, okay ?! Listen, I really need work so can I proceed with the job interview ?
<Player>: ...suuure...
<Gab 'Kilit' Norston>: Glad to hear this. ...aaanyway, after my... desertion, I joyfully embraced my newly-found freedom and embarked on a great journey to discover the world. Being chased through three countries by a punisher squad was quite motivational. Finally I heard rumours spreading of a new continent, so I sneaked up to a ship in an Adenian harbor, feeding off the supplies. As soon as I was found, the captain displayed his disapproval by whipping me several dozen times. Ah well, at least I didn't get thrown overboard, that's how mercy works I guess. As soon as we reached the shore I was kicked off so I began wandering around Ponavosa.
<Player>: And...?
<Gab 'Kilit' Norston>: And ? What "and" ? I'm just trying to make ends meet, day-by-day. But living on my own is proving to be difficult so now I'm considering a long-term work contract. What more do you expect me to say ?
<Player>: Okay, enough life story then. What skills can you offer ?
<Gab 'Kilit' Norston>: I don't mean to brag but I'm a fairly good warrior, ain't the type who is picky about weapons and such... even though I prefer using my sword above all. Plus, during my long journey I learned how to find the best marching routes and shortcuts. I'm sure my experience in that field will help to make your warband more mobile. I have some riding skill as well, though I prefer to fight on foot.
<Player>: Anything else I should know of ?
<Gab 'Kilit' Norston>: Well... there's one thing.
<Player>: Fill me in.
<Gab 'Kilit' Norston>: I... kinda' stole an axe from the local blacksmith so the city guard is searching for me. Don't panic, they can be bribed. Just hand, say, 200 Denars to the watchmen at the gates and we can leave freely, no problem.
<Player>: Ahh, that explains it all. You just want me to bail you out.
<Gab 'Kilit' Norston>: Look, I broke my woodcutter axe last week and I couldn't afford a new one. That sort of thing can happen to anyone once in a while ! Please be considerate ! Pleeaase...?
<Player>:
- (Accept) (Sigh)... Okay. But if you plan to run off the moment we exit town I'll castrate you.
- (Refuse) I don't risk my money and reputation for such a despicable person. Farewell.
(If "Accept" is chosen
[<Player> loses 200 Denars]
<Gab 'Kilit' Norston>: Um... (...damn, how did you figure it out...) No worries, I swear I'll be a loyal henchman ! Just give fair payment and food portions, I'll get along. One last thing. What's your name exactly ?
<Player>: I'm <Player name>.
<Gab 'Kilit' Norston>: So it's <Player name>, hm... (...that royal offspring whom the rumours spoke of ? This may not be so bad after all...) Say, do you mind if I called you simply as "Boss" ?
<Player>: As long as you obey me, I don't.
<Gab 'Kilit' Norston>: Okay, Boss ! I'll just grab my stuff and then let's depart immediately !