Rajiana Pendragon (Capital Armory, Helies)
After reading for nearly two hours, Rajiana unwraps bread and cheese from the market and sets it on the small table. He climbs up he ladder and shakes Andrin awake. "Time to eat." He says, charitably offering his rations.
Andrin sits up yawning as he takes the food. "Thank you." he proceeds to tear a piece of bread off and a chunk of cheese and eats them together. "What were you reading last night?" he asks between bites of food. "Letters." Rajiana says simply, taking a bite of his bread. Andrin shrugs. "Well your business is your business. What do you think of the Guardians?"
"They aren't my concern." Rajiana states, breaking a corner of the cheese block. "Unless they decide to, I don't know, kill the king." Andrin suggests flatly, wiping crumbs off his blanket.
Looking around briefly, Rajiana returns to tearing the bread off. "That would be bad, considering he funds the armory." he says in a quiet mumble. Andrin sighs in frustration. "You are a hard person to talk to, Rajiana. You don't have to keep up your sellsword act you know." He finishes the bread, plopping the small amount of leftover cheese in his mouth
Rajiana chuckles, "Act? Yes... my masking persona. Tell me, if you didn't get free bread, cheese, warm bed, and a gold coin salary, would you be escorting those savage bastards in the Kings name?" he questions Andrin in his arrogant tone he pulls almost ironically. "Till the day I lay my sword down forever, and then some" Andrin responds without thinking, "I will serve the King and his people no matter what. The free food and bed are just an added bonus." Rajiana keeps a solemn face, but he had amusement in his eyes. "You are not fooling anyone but yourself. You have seen the streets, haven't you. You see the poverty, and all we do is taunt a group of isolated barbarians. How righteous we are for that." he states as he looks Andrin in the eyes with that sarcastic ending.
Andrins face saddens as Rajiana mentions the poverty. "Indeed, I have seen what is out there. That is why I'm here, to make a difference and not simply sit on my ass eating and talking all day. Rarely are problems solved by talking. Sometimes it is needed, yes, but taking action marks the difference between the weak-minded and the strong-willed."
Leaning back against the wall of his bed, Rajiana shakes his head. "That is an interesting perspective. We sit on our ass, eat and talk, and repeat in the name of the man." he states while he finishes the piece of cheese he held in his hand. Andrin hops down from the bed, buckling his sword to his waist. "Then let us stop being hypocrites. There must be something we can do." Once he was finished strapping his sword and adjusting it to a comfortable spot, he walked over and grabbed his armor. Hopping up soon after, Rajiana grabs his wrist. "The thing we can do is charity work, nothing else. Giving a coin to a homeless man is well and good, but questioning the motives of the King is suicide. We can't walk out there and change the world." He says with an unintended vicious glare at him
Andrin pauses, clearly unhappy about the prospect and ignoring Rajiana's glare. "I agree that questioning the king is suicide. However I am tired of these games he plays. I will bring the problem of his people up before him, and he can either take measures to help it, or tell me why he hasn't used his power to help those who need it." He pauses before adding, "Besides, small efforts like charity is all it takes to change the world sometimes."
Letting go, Rajiana sighs. "A soldier demanding answers from a king. Tell me again why he doesn't send you to rot in prison and wipe the dust from his silk sleeve?" He questions in a rhetorical manner.
"Because I have a feeling this King will listen."
Shaking his head while he listens to the words, Rajiana reaches for a bottle of ale from the shelf and pops the cork. "He knows about the issues. What does he do? Welcome foreigners he knows are security risks." He says, as he swigs the booze. "I don't want to visit you in a cell. Think a few steps ahead, please." He says with a rare empathy in his words, as he offers the ale to him.
He accepts the ale, taking a small drink before handing it back. "Perhaps you are right. But I cannot know for sure if I don't try. I don't believe he would arrest me for asking him. The most I would lose from the encounter would be some half-ass answer." He settles back, pondering. "I'll wait for the day to reveal what it has in store before I take any action, if that suits you."
Slouching against the wall before answering, "The most you would loose is your life. The least you would loose is a half assed answer." Rajiana corrects him with a tone of assurance. Andrin shrugs, "Perhaps." He pauses for a moment, thinking about something. He shakes his head slightly, removing the thought. "When do you think command will come and get us?" Rajiana shrugs as well, "Whenever they want us. In the meantime we ought to check out the local shops for pastime I vote." He says, putting his equipment on in case they have an emergency in the town streets, or even spot a stray guardian.
Andrin follows suit. Once he was finished he walks over to the door, opening it and beckoning to Rajiana to go. "After you." He says with a mirthful tone
Tucking a scarf into his helmet to cover his face, Rajiana heads out into the chilled morning of the Early Spring. "First stop is getting some mead from the market." he says as he stretches from reading for a while. Andrin nods in agreement. He walks in silence for a moment before speaking up. "I suppose you wouldn't be interested in telling me a bit about yourself?"
Walking at a lethargic pace down the street, Rajiana takes a deep breath of the cold air. "Save small talk for lunch." He says, and slips quickly into his professionalism persona and sets his pace as he walks down the stone steps.