Upon hearing the news of the deploying troops, Thedran would come running down the road after the men. Upon arrival, he would immediately present himself to the senior sergeant and request permission to join the company on the task.In the Fields of the Dead, a contingent of the Flaming Fist Mercenary Company has began emergency evacuation from many of the farmlands scattered on the fertile lands surrounding the Winding Water. Those fleeing the incoming calamity head back to Baldur's Gate. The Fist make certain to evacuate as many people and livestock as possible. As the evacuation reaches completion, the Fist themselves start setting up patrols and a perimeter to monitor activity in the area. They settle into the area along the Trade Way just west of the Troll Claws.
Given a task, he would set to it no different than any of the other soldiers, though his long experience and bag of bardic tricks would be of no small use to the soldiers. During evacuations, he would help ensure the people have the proper route and join in any escort details that are lacking or if he was directed to do so. As things would naturally settle and the patrols and watches start to drag by he would volunteer for any of the farthest reaching and thus riskier assignments.
Though the experience and lore of The Baldurian Bard would be seen around the camp during twilight and the fall of night. He would visit most campfires each night, always approaching with a welcoming grin and offer of his nearly endless supply of honey cakes. He would share tales with the men of battles past and heroes remembered. He'd speak often and passionately about the history of "The Glorious Flaming Fist" and their battles against the trolls and giants the past, he would point out that this would hardly be the last time they would be called out to fight on behalf of the city. He shared advice where it was asked and a calming assurance when some of the green soldiers seemed unsure. As the days would go on, many of the senior soldiers would recognize the lute music within the camp, when not otherwise engaged, the bard would find a suitable location to perch himself and share his songs with the gathered men.
Thedran's bedroll would little different than any other soldier present. While of a bit finer quality and slightly enchanted against the cold, he rolled it each morning just at the other men and stowed his belongings just the same. He lived as the other soldiers, taking only their company, and sharing any of his belongings or equipment that added in preparing, healing minor hurts or comforting the soldiers deployed so close to The Fields of The Dead.
A man here to share the fate of Flaming Fist Soldiers.
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