Tired

For someone who'd spent a lot of his life fighting, Jorrik was getting pretty sick of this mercenary gig.

These light-worshipping nutcases had promised good coin for joining their 'cause', but what had they done? Rode around the countryside for days, hassling anyone not following laws they'd never heard of. Jorrik had seen battle many times, and this wasn't what he'd been promised. Here he stood, in the cold, arguing with travellers.

"Who're ya calling dumb?" He shouted, jostling to the front line. He found the source of the insult, a young girl. Heh, didn't even look like she'd swung a sword in her life.