You find the one the guards told you to contact...

You walk along the narrow corridors of the city guard barracks... You hear sounds that allow you to understand that there are now many people in this building... You hear: the tramp of boots of guards walking along the corridor; the grinding of metal coming from the forge; the screams of some people dressed in torn clothes, whom the guards were dragging towards the prison premises...

You think: “My mother had several friends in the city guard... But in recent years, few of them have remained working in the Ranelborg city guard... Some of them moved to live in another city, some I just got too old to be a guard, someone died... So I obviously shouldn't expect too much of a favorable reception..."

You continue down the corridor...

Of course, you understand that the captain, who is the commander of the entire city guard of the city of Ranelborg, will not accept you. The guards explained to you that a specially authorized lieutenant is in charge of hiring new city guards. So, you need the office of Lieutenant Irmon Craymore. You heard this name for the first time from these guards who stood guard near the entrance to the barracks. You understand that Irmon Craymore is certainly not one of those guards who were friends of your mother... Probably this officer has not been working in the city guard for very long...

Finally you find the office you need. You carefully knock on a powerful oak door that is upholstered with iron.

You hear an irritated voice coming from this office: “Great! Of course, someone again needed to waste my time today on another useless nonsense... Okay... Don’t stomp around under the door! Come in!”

You enter Lieutenant Craymore's office. You see a room that looks much more comfortable than the corridors you walked along... You see a large oak table in the center of the room. Next to the table you notice a chair made of some rare type of wood, upholstered in red fabric and covered with elegant carvings. You also see a couple of chairs, three cabinets with scrolls and books.

In this chair sits a stocky man who looks like an elderly man, about 50 years old. His chin is clean-shaven, he has a bushy chestnut-colored mustache, he has a slight receding hairline, and his brown-colored hair has some gray in it. You see that this man is wearing a woolen arming doublet. This man has his hands on the table, next to some papers, and in his right hand there is a nib with ink. You see bags under this man’s eyes and his irritated gaze, which is now directed at you...

You say with some embarrassment: "Hello, sir... My name is Ulkin Nordane and I would like to join the city guard... I have been assigned to you... Are you Lieutenant Irmon Craymore?"

The man sitting at the table answers you: “Everything is clear to me... Another half-orc who wants to earn some money... So, I need to write your name down in the register of new employees... What's your name? Ulkin Nordane... Everything is ready! Go to the next room, it is located further down the corridor. Sergeant Tibbon will tell you what you need to do... There you will receive equipment and go through the necessary procedures... Come on, quickly! Don't waste my time!"

You leave this office and you close the door behind you.

You go to the next room, which clearly has a fairly large area. You notice that there are now at least three dozen guards in this room. You look around this room and you see several fenced areas in each of which two guards are now conducting joint training battles using halberds and maces. At one of the far walls of this room you can see large cabinets with weapons and armor.

You understand that this room is something intermediate between a training room and a warehouse for uniforms and weapons.

You see one of the guards yelling at other guards and commanding other guards.

This guard appears to be a tall half-orc who wears chainmail and wears an armband with two black lines on a blue background. You notice that he appears to be about 40 years old, his left eye is a strange dull white, and his right eye is black.

This half-orc's face is distorted with anger.

He yells loudly at a couple of guards who are conducting a training battle behind the nearest fence.

You hear a stream of furious curses: “Kribs! Valador! What are you both doing with these maces?! Do you both want to scratch your crap asses with these maces?! Do you want to convince someone that you know how to handle weapons!? Your training match looks like a comedy a performance during which two clowns compete to see which of them is more worthy of the honorary title of “the most clumsy and stupid shit-eater in the world"! How many times do I have to tell you that you need to put effort and movement of the entire body into a blow! Now try harder, you fat-assed, thick-headed idiots!"

You approach this half-orc.

You tell him: “Greetings, sir! My name is Ulkin Nordane... Lieutenant Craymore added me to the list of new employees of the city guard and he sent me to this room. Lieutenant Craymore said that Sergeant Tibbon will give me the necessary equipment...”

The angry half-orc guard quickly turns in your direction.

He looks at you with a furious look. An evil grin appears on his face.

He says to you: “Wow! You are a quick-witted guy... You immediately realized who the sergeant in this room is... Indeed, I am Sergeant Azgur Tibbon... Now let's check what else you can do besides stare around and chat like market woman... Go to the cabinets with equipment that are located near the wall. Put on the chain mail, put on the helmet and take the mace. And then you will climb over this fence and you will take part in a small training duel! Ha! Ha!"

You are following Sergeant Tibbon's orders. You go to the equipment cabinets.

While you are walking towards the cabinets you hear Sergeant Tibbon's voice.

He shouts: "Kribs! Valador! Stop your parody of a training match! Get out of there, you stupid shits! I have come up with an activity for you that is much more suitable for your abilities! You will be cleaning out a cesspool in the backyard of the barracks! Ha! Ha!"

You take armor and weapons from the cabinets. You put chain mail on your body, you put a “kettle hat” type helmet on your head, you take a mace in your hand.

You go back. You climb over the fence and you find yourself in the place where the training match took place recently, the participants of which so angered Sergeant Tibbon.

You look at Sergeant Tibbon's grinning face.