Smith

[Rolin Smith]

*Rolin places a placard near the notice board. The sign of an anvil with tongs and a hammer. He turns to address the town.*
"Ladies and Gentlemen of Ralinwood, I have had the chance to meet many of you on the field of battle. We have fought side by side, and I have been able to give aid when aid was required. We are all brothers in arms against the darkness that continually seems to take it's hold. Know that in battle I will be there, outside of battle I will be setting up my smithy within the Storm Vale camp. I look forward to our future endeavors, and have nothing but great hope for the Ralinwood community at large.

[Rachel NPC]

*Accalia strolls by the notice board, taking pause when she sees Rolin placing down the placard. She listens to his speech, nodding her approval as he speaks of the aid he can offer to the people of Ralinwood. When he is finished she approaches him with a warm smile*

"Well said, smith. We are fortunate you've chosen our camp to reside in. Your skills will no doubt prove useful."

[Rolin Smith]

*Rolin steps away from the placard acknowledging Accalia with a smile and a nod.* "Ladies and gentlemen of Rolinwood a storm is coming, do you not feel it's pulse? The scourge from the fog, the undead attack... If we as town wish to flourish, we need to look at ways to band together. In the thick of battle there is no alliance, just blood. During battle a smith is a smith for those who need assistance. I have come to the aid of those who have needed help, perhaps you would join me in the greater good, Rolinwood and the advancement of our lot in life?"