[660] Mercenary Recruitment (4) The master of the War Chariot Guild, Yordic, lifted his chin arrogantly and strode up to Arkman. A strict-looking man in his mid-fifties, he wore a brown robe embroidered with a carp coiling around his body. “The Silver Ring Guild’s gone stale. Well, when all you do is chase money, of course your skills fall behind.”...
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