Grimvug in Peltarch - thoughts and actions
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Still on light duty recovering from his injuries and feeling of general sickness due to the resurrection, Grimvug's been assigned to sharpen and shine the weaponry in the Defender barracks. His clothes are covered in oil stains; his boots slowly being worn away from the residue of the grindstone. He places another longsword back on the weapons rack, finishing his quota for the day.
"Bane's balls! If I even am left out in the fugue that long again, Tempus don't send me back! This is worse than being stuck on a Rothe caravan run and being pulling dung duty!" He stretches his arms, torso and legs checking how the soreness and mobility have improved each day. He picks up his axe and performs some combat strikes, wincing on each swing. "If I..." swings his axe once, "have to sharpen..." swings his axe twice, " another dulled blade because another recruit doesn't know how to decapitate a KOBOLD..." he swings his axe a third time striking a combat dummy square in the head, "TEMPUS save this barracks!!!!" He then throws his axe into his locker and walks out into town.
Grimvug wanders through the muddy roads of Peltarch aimlessly, watching defender patrolmen fill their rations in preparation for a venture beyond the gates, and local peddlers set up make-shift awnings to protect their wares from the constant rain. He begins thinking about his previous reports he's written to Sargent Everard and recalling his plans out by the Nars bridge. "I still have the Hoar talismens from the bandits... this is my evidence to push my plan forward." He grunts, gives some coin to a merchant for an apple and heads towards the Dancing Mermaid. "I gotta meet with the Sarge... but after some drink."
