He sized up the young woman as she walked into the room. Black hair - or was it purple? - beige clothing, a blue plaid skirt and sensible boots over black tights. And more to the point, a sheathed dagger on her hip.
"Ms Maurice?" the newly christened guild leader asked for confirmation.
"Yes, who's asking?" Maurice shot back.
"A fair question," he responded, producing an invitation card he'd filled out while waiting for her to arrive. "But as far as it matters, I now own a guild and I'm looking for recruits. The keeper told me you're a licenced "Landsknect" - a swordfighter?"
"Yep, and we both how easy it is to write a name down on a form - I was just coming here to start my own guild," she said, looking back up from his name on the card. She simled, having found something humorous in the situation. "So tell me why this interview shouldn't be the other way around?"
"You have a point," he conceded, "Should I take that to mean you're not interested in joining the Truthseekers?"
"Just a joke, I didn't mean it like that," She laughed off his question. "If you're as serious about fighting as you are about running things, this might work after all."
"Alright, I'll play this game. I do not intend to wait back at base and let you do all the work," the guild leader said. "I would be right behind you, sniping the more durable enemies we'd be facing."
"We have a base?"
"Well, not as such…"
"Joking!" she said, "Anyway, if you want to rain firey death on the monsters while I get up close and personal, that's fine with me. It's what Landsknecting is all about."
The two thoughts of "I prefer lightning, usually," and "I'm not sure the word Landsknecting would mean that" thankfully jammed in his brain and prevented him from saying anything about them. "...Pleased to be working with you. I'll see about preparing for an expedition once we have a few more people…"