Ik ben De Keramont!
A man with pitchblack hair moves down the road, wearing mail with a bannerless tabard. Nineteen archers follow behind him in a loose formation, some hooded, others wearing helmets, most of them clad in leather and wearing their bow around their shoulder.
As the dark-haired man gives the signal, they stop their movement and take gulps of their water as the one in front, most likely the leader of this company, walks up to a farmer working his fields.
''My name is Aegoruil De Keramont. I do not need to know your name, nor do I care for it. Now, where am I, and how far from here is Twainville?'' the dark-haired man says in a stern but slightly kind voice.
The farmer replies, ''This is Wurzburg, sir. Twainville is not far from here. Only several days of travel.''
Aegoruil waves his hand in the air in circles, signalling his men that they are moving out. As they continue to walk down the road, he calls out to the farmer. ''Remember my name. You'll be hearing it alot. Send word to your King. Aegoruil De Keramont, leader of The Nameless Company has arrived in these lands, and offers his services, if he would have me.'' He and his company then walk off without any more words.
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