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[OOC] Just in case you two want to do anything in character while the others deliberate which mercs to hire. [/OOC]

BishGada wrote:While waiting in the tavern Galanis asks the other mercenaries, "Does any of you have a deck of cards? Or would you like some arm wrestling? Money will be involved of course..." he adds with a knowingly look.

The northerner sits down at a table and presents his hand and arm for arm wrestling. He somehow seems to get wider in the shoulders and thicker in the arms and neck as he does so. "I like to arm wrestling, but I am thinking you will be walking out of here with empty purse."

"Why, have you seen any halfling around?" Galanis says with a wink to Calah, as he settles down in front of the huge northerner, positioning his arm for the wrestle.

Calah sits quietly at the side, pulling out a dagger to pick under her nails with its tip as she watches the two arm wrestlers.

Galantis and Baen get into position and the match begins. Or seems to begin. As Galanis pushes, Baen's entire body stays completely still - pushing against him is like pushing against a tree. But he does not attempt to drive Galanis' arm down, either.

Galanis throws more of his weight into the effort, and is rewarded by a slight wavering in Baen's arm, which is followed immediately by a rumble in the northerner's throat as Galanis feels an odd sensation as if Baen's hand is getting bigger somehow. He looks up at Baen's face, and Baen grins his feral grin.

The arm-wrestling match comes to a sudden stop, as Baratus steps back into the pub and barks: "Calah, Galanis, Ghost: my office! You have paperwork to do."

"Calling this to be a draw, agreed?" Baen rumbles, smiling, and stands up, pulling Galanis to his feet as well, then he lets go .

The paperwork is brief and standard, and Baratus pushes through it quickly, and grumpily. Each merc is sent away with a chit and a letter stating that they have been given a posting and are expected to report to the nearest local chapterhouse when their assignment ends.

As the three are walking out of his office, Baratus' standard scowl softens for a moment, and he says: "Be careful in the capital. It's more dangerous than the frontier."

Galanis shakes his hand to resume the blood-stream, "Man!!!" he says appreciatively, "I haven't met so much muscle for a long time..."
After reading the letter Galanis comes close to Calah and says, "Coming?" and goes towards their employer's group.

After watching the arm wrestling match in wordless silence, carefully assessing the strength of each of the two competitor, Calah gets up, follows to the office, signs off, and rejoins the others.