"Help has indeed been given," Walter, ever the smooth merchant, readily agreed, offering praise. "That's right. This journey would have been fraught with trouble without Tadiff's assistance."
Lance observed the man before him with interest. He wore a Viking-style helmet that featured an eyepatch. A dark cloth extended from under its rim, covering his entire head and even his shoulders, revealing only a pair of sharp eyes. He was clad in heavy Scale Armor, an axe and grappling hook hanging at his waist, along with various packages and strange tools. He looked like a highly professional mercenary. The scratches on his armor plates and the strong, lingering stench of blood about him, difficult to wash away, both indicated he had recently seen battle.
As Lance examined him, Tadiff, in turn, sized up his employer's boss.
