United Kingdoms

Abigail found the nobleman’s name vaguely familiar; she was sure she had heard it somewhere before. She didn’t have to think for long – Cedric Laye was the man who had been looking for a champion to represent him in a duel among the members of the mercenary guild. “Abigail Dissen, pleased to meet you,” the warrior introduced herself. And before her interlocutor could utter an awkward compliment about her name or say some other similar nonsense, she tried to steer the conversation in a different direction. “Although I’ve only been in Silvergard recently, I think I’ve heard of you. You’re looking for an experienced warrior to defend your honor, aren’t you?” Dissen wasn’t particularly eager to take on Cedric’s task, whatever offense he might have committed – he almost certainly deserved it – but she couldn’t miss the opportunity to learn more about the potential job.