Sentinel
"Well you've got trouble, foreigner." The fat man says as he approaches you. "Plenty of trouble."
"Not a smart move, John." A deep voice calls out from the back of the tavern. A man that you didn't even see emerges from the shadows and walks forward into the light. He is wearing leather armor and has two curved blades at his sides. His face is hidden in a dark cowl.
"Can you not recognize a Sentinel when you see one?" There is a gasp from the patrons of the tavern and they look at you with renewed respect.
"A Sentinel?" The fat man says. He quickly sheaths his sword. "I-I'm sorry sir." He says and quickly brushes past you and out of the tavern.
"I'm Roderick." The dark man says to you as he motions for two drinks from the barkeep.
"How did you know I am a Sentinel?" You ask still on your guard.
"Two ways." He says drinking from his tankard. "I spotted the crest on your sword. Also, I'm a Sentinel as well."
"Not a smart move, John." A deep voice calls out from the back of the tavern. A man that you didn't even see emerges from the shadows and walks forward into the light. He is wearing leather armor and has two curved blades at his sides. His face is hidden in a dark cowl.
"Can you not recognize a Sentinel when you see one?" There is a gasp from the patrons of the tavern and they look at you with renewed respect.
"A Sentinel?" The fat man says. He quickly sheaths his sword. "I-I'm sorry sir." He says and quickly brushes past you and out of the tavern.
"I'm Roderick." The dark man says to you as he motions for two drinks from the barkeep.
"How did you know I am a Sentinel?" You ask still on your guard.
"Two ways." He says drinking from his tankard. "I spotted the crest on your sword. Also, I'm a Sentinel as well."