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[dendarii]

Who: Miles Naismith (dendarii), the Dendarii, and YOU!
When: Forward-dated to late Day 4
Where: The Boneyard
What: ICly prepping for adventures, Dendarii recruitment, and poking at trilobites for fun and/or food??

[ Somehow, despite everything, Miles has gotten quite bored very quickly. Being unable to do much with shelter or searching thus far - curse his fragile body - Miles finds himself wanting to do absolutely anything except sit still another day. He's already paced himself a visible trough in the sand next to his corner of that massive skull.

When the trilobites start showing up in greater numbers, Miles is pretty much ecstatic. Finally, he can do something that involves staying still while also getting to do something moderately dangerous. Low against the sand as he is, he finds it a worthy pastime to belly crawl after some of the solo critters. Trying to ply them with a bit of rations or coral meat - or a scrap of his suit ...

When not doing that, in the interests of making himself useful, Miles turns to planning. When anyone gets near his spot, he brightens and turns to them regardless of their interest level. (He also may or may not be continuing to try taming one of these little wiggly bastards.) He grins brightly and draws himself up to his full (if short) height. ]

For all that we've made a lovely home for ourselves here, I'm getting antsy. Wouldn't it be worthwhile to see where all these things are coming from? I personally intend taking my mercenaries to investigate, but ...

[ A coy pause.]

Well. The more the merrier. The Dendarii Mercenaries are always looking for new recruits.

Comments

[adamance]

Do we really have a need for mercenaries at this time? [It's not that Lexa's unfamiliar with the concept, though the promises her people offer tend to lean on armor, goods, a place to stay, and food. There's also the promise of security if they carry out their deeds and hold no allegiance to any individual clan.

Still, the term "mercenary" implies a need, and she sees no need for that around here.

Not yet. In time, perhaps. But not just yet.]

[dendarii]

Well, given that there's no pay to speak of, "mercenary" may be a bit of a misnomer. But regardless, I welcome all who are interested into my particular little group of misfits.

[ More important is being the Dendarii, first and foremost. Mercenary or not comes after. ]

[adamance]

[Lexa offers an amused smile, and then motions toward the beginnings of a "civilization" that they have. There are so few of them that separating them at this time is beyond her, but she knows those divisions will happen later.]

For now, I believe we may have no choice.

[Her motioning hand lowers.]

As it is, I'm afraid I don't take commands from others very well. But I'll be interested in seeing how you lead your ... "misfits."

[dendarii]

All or nothing, eh? That may be so as well.

[ He grins up at her cheerfully. ]

A leader yourself, eh?

[adamance]

Of more than a group of mercenaries. I'm the Commander—[There's a pause here, because she had been meaning to say "Heda," but the word didn't come. Still, she presses on, brows knit.]—the Commander—[repetition is unfortunately necessary]—of my people.

[She thinks to add more, but she goes silent over losing the language of her people, even if she hadn't attempted to speak it up to this point.]