You decide that you need to join the city guard of the city of Ranelborg...

You try to think carefully about your situation...

You understand that your destiny will always be influenced by irremovable factors, the main one of which is your origin... You reflect on the tragic fate of your mother... A couple of years ago, she left this world forever due to a cholera epidemic... But you are grateful to her for raising you, for teaching you the basics of survival, and for the fact that she, with the help of her friends in the city guard, taught you to use weapons and your fists in such a way that your potential attackers could not expect that bullying will go unpunished...

Thinking about your mother's job in the city guard makes you take a hard look at whether or not you should join the city guard yourself... You think that the laws of the Holy Kingdom of Orlania will always limit your options due to your half-orc heritage. However, you understand that if you work as a city guard in this city, then you will be a representative of the authorities for the local residents. Even if you do not reach high ranks in the city guard... Still, the local residents will be **** to treat you with more respect due to your status as a city guard... The usual insults and contemptuous ridicule that many of the residents of Ranelborg allowed towards you will be even more dangerous for your haters if you become a city guard...

Besides, you think that your physical abilities, your determination and courage will help you achieve success as a city guard...

After weighing all the pros and cons, you decide that you really should take a job with the Ranelborg city guard. You collect your things and go outside.

It's noon time.

You walk along the streets of the city of Ranelborg... You walk in the direction of the city guard barracks... You walk along the streets and you see the ordinary street life of this border town: the sun's rays illuminate the stalls of street vendors, children run between passing carts, workers drag boards for construction of some building...

You remember that the barracks of the city guard are located in the northern quarter of the city near the entrance to the citadel... You were in these barracks as a child... As a child you visited this gloomy building when your mother took you there to begin your training in how to need to fight...

Finally, you reach your goal. You see several gloomy looking buildings made of gray stone... One of these buildings is two stories high. Near the entrance you see two guards wearing chain mail and "kettle hat" type helmets. Each of these guards holds a halberd in their hands. On the belt of each of these guards you see a small mace.

You take a decisive step towards these guards who are standing guard near the entrance to the barracks.

You see that one of the guards is a human of average height with reddish hair and a slightly squinting right eye. The second guard slouches slightly. You see that the second guard is a half-orc whose face has a noticeable burn on his left cheek.

You say to these guards: "I need to go to the barracks. I have come to talk to your commander about an important matter."

The guards search you. They do not find any prohibited items on you. After the search, the human guard explains to you where you need to go. You go inside the city guard barracks of the city of Ranelborg.

You hear the human guard who participated in your search say to his partner: “Probably, the city guard will soon have one more green-faced guy... Are you happy about this, Turg?”

You hear the half-orc guard answer: “I don’t give a damn about that... I think that anyone with brains and not crap in their head can see that the color of a guy’s face doesn’t matter... An asshole can have any color of face... "