Clayton walked down the peer as his eye was caught by four individuals. Each wore impressive armor that comprised of gauntlets, a chest piece that had the royal coat of arms depicting a lion, and a metal helmet connected to a metal face mask ensureing their identity would be safe. Each carried a crossbow and an impressive sabre at their side. They quickly approached him specifically as the lead man pointed at him.
" You, we request for a random search." Clayton sighed as he knew what was going to happen. They led him over to an alcove out of public view. Their was another man, although he was dressed differently as he wore a felt cap and street clothes. " Let me guess, random search right?" The man asked as Clayton leaned on the wall next to him and nodded.
The man chuckled slightly " You won't be gettingthat bag back." Clayton looked at him " What do you mean?" The man motioned to the guards as he watched as they tossed the entire bag into the harbor. Clay cursed under his breath. The man turned to him, lifting his hat to scratch his head, reavealing medium length hair. " Names Raffaele Graham." Clayton Telford replied the forementioned immigrant stated.
" Raffaele, I'm in need of work. You know someone looking." The man shrugged. " Nah, sorry can't say I do. Where ya from Clay?" Telford looked back at the guards who were more interested in what they were doing. " I grew up in CĂșpla, just seemed like time to leave after the war." Graham looked back at him and asked if he had seen any combat. " Yeah a little. I was in Fifth Regiment."
Raffaele nodded. " I was in the Lost Battalion. Ya know what, I think I may know some work, come on."
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