Rudiger Feels Uncomfortable
Rudiger sipped his ale, glad to be away from all the attention that the mob was giving to his companions back at the merchant's guild. He didn't mind crowds. He'd grown up in the city after all, but he'd always strived to avoid drawing attention when in them.
The idea of purposefully trying to gain the attention of a crowd of people was completely foreign to him, and he really didn't understand what his companions were trying to accomplish by doing so.
Fortunately, he was pretty sure that he'd avoided most of the attention, although it worried him that some were refering to his companions as "Diebold's Seven" because unless he had his math wrong, that number included him, which meant that at least some people had noticed his presence.
He sighed heavily at the idea of his face becoming known. He was probably going to have to take old Heinrich's advice and learn the art of disguising his features. He'd have to meet with the old man and see about picking up the basics of it, but it could wait. The price for learning would probably be another job for the guild, and it was more immediately important for him to practice some with his short bow if he was going to continue hanging out with "Diebold's Seven".
They seemed prone to finding themselves in violent confrontations, and he needed to be better at providing assistance in those situations if he was going to live to spend any of the money they were making. Rudiger smiled at that thought. The money was nice. They were pulling in loot at a far greater rate than he could hope to manage with burglary given the state of things in Middenheim following the siege.
All the other problems that came with associating with "Diebold's Seven" were more than offset by that fact, at least for now.
Besides, they weren't all that bad a group. Oldric was about as friendly as Heinrich, but like Heinrich he seemed to know what he was doing and Rudiger could respect that. The same could be said for most of the rest of the group.
Diebold seemed as full of himself as any other noble he'd ever encountered, but at least he could back it up with that sword of his. Rudiger was as willing to accept Sigmar's blessing as any other citizen of the Empire. He just wished that Andric would be a little less free with the generosity in Sigmar's name. Still, he seemed to know what he was doing when it came to things other than money. Of the original group that came from Untergard, only Luther struck him as someone that he would have chosen as a drinking companion, and he was pretty good at keeping out of sight for a country boy.
Rudiger broke off his musings as he heard the noise of a crowd approaching the inn. He sighed again. The "heroes" must have finished their business and still had all their adoring fans in tow.
At least this should mean they were ready to divide the loot.
A few hours later Rudiger found himself back at the Drowned Rat. The adoring crowd that had followed his companions back to the Blazing Hearth had not seen fit to leave, so Rudiger had left instead as soon as he had received his share of the reward.
The Drowned Rat might not be as nice a place as the Blazing Hearth, but at least here no one would mistake him for a hero. At least that's what he thought until Heinrich slid into the seat across from him and asked how the Hero of Middenheim was enjoying his ale.Rudiger just growled at him as Heinrich laughed. "Seriously boy, I heard you and your new friends pulled in quite a haul. I assume you're going to be giving the guild its share?"
"What? You taught me the rules old man, so you know that guild authority ends at the city walls."
"That may be, but you took a job in the city, so you owe the guild a cut," Rudiger glared at the old man for a moment before it dawned on him, "wait, you want something and it isn't the Guild's share of any loot I may or may not have found."
The old man chuckled, "I knew there was a reason I bothered to train you, I've got a job..." Heinrich went into the details of yet another Guild commission he needed some help on. In return for Rudiger's help the Guild would agree to ignore any of the spoils he managed to acquire while freelancing outside the city walls.
text by Fulminata
The idea of purposefully trying to gain the attention of a crowd of people was completely foreign to him, and he really didn't understand what his companions were trying to accomplish by doing so.
Fortunately, he was pretty sure that he'd avoided most of the attention, although it worried him that some were refering to his companions as "Diebold's Seven" because unless he had his math wrong, that number included him, which meant that at least some people had noticed his presence.
He sighed heavily at the idea of his face becoming known. He was probably going to have to take old Heinrich's advice and learn the art of disguising his features. He'd have to meet with the old man and see about picking up the basics of it, but it could wait. The price for learning would probably be another job for the guild, and it was more immediately important for him to practice some with his short bow if he was going to continue hanging out with "Diebold's Seven".
They seemed prone to finding themselves in violent confrontations, and he needed to be better at providing assistance in those situations if he was going to live to spend any of the money they were making. Rudiger smiled at that thought. The money was nice. They were pulling in loot at a far greater rate than he could hope to manage with burglary given the state of things in Middenheim following the siege.
All the other problems that came with associating with "Diebold's Seven" were more than offset by that fact, at least for now.
Besides, they weren't all that bad a group. Oldric was about as friendly as Heinrich, but like Heinrich he seemed to know what he was doing and Rudiger could respect that. The same could be said for most of the rest of the group.
Diebold seemed as full of himself as any other noble he'd ever encountered, but at least he could back it up with that sword of his. Rudiger was as willing to accept Sigmar's blessing as any other citizen of the Empire. He just wished that Andric would be a little less free with the generosity in Sigmar's name. Still, he seemed to know what he was doing when it came to things other than money. Of the original group that came from Untergard, only Luther struck him as someone that he would have chosen as a drinking companion, and he was pretty good at keeping out of sight for a country boy.
Rudiger broke off his musings as he heard the noise of a crowd approaching the inn. He sighed again. The "heroes" must have finished their business and still had all their adoring fans in tow.
At least this should mean they were ready to divide the loot.
A few hours later Rudiger found himself back at the Drowned Rat. The adoring crowd that had followed his companions back to the Blazing Hearth had not seen fit to leave, so Rudiger had left instead as soon as he had received his share of the reward.
The Drowned Rat might not be as nice a place as the Blazing Hearth, but at least here no one would mistake him for a hero. At least that's what he thought until Heinrich slid into the seat across from him and asked how the Hero of Middenheim was enjoying his ale.Rudiger just growled at him as Heinrich laughed. "Seriously boy, I heard you and your new friends pulled in quite a haul. I assume you're going to be giving the guild its share?"
"What? You taught me the rules old man, so you know that guild authority ends at the city walls."
"That may be, but you took a job in the city, so you owe the guild a cut," Rudiger glared at the old man for a moment before it dawned on him, "wait, you want something and it isn't the Guild's share of any loot I may or may not have found."
The old man chuckled, "I knew there was a reason I bothered to train you, I've got a job..." Heinrich went into the details of yet another Guild commission he needed some help on. In return for Rudiger's help the Guild would agree to ignore any of the spoils he managed to acquire while freelancing outside the city walls.
text by Fulminata
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