Éored nod a bit, looking away from the man and towards the city, "I wish to work at the tavern here, start simple." He then paused for a moment, looking back at the man, "Buy a house, find a wife, and start a business. I heard my father used to work as a mercenary." He paused again, but this time to pull out his blade, handing it to the man to inspect. On the blade was engraved his family crest on the wooden hilt of the blade, "This was my father's before he went missing. I wish to follow in his footsteps of a warrior." Eor then motioned for the blade to be handed back to him, sheathing it once retrieved. "So, I suppose, to answer your question, all of the above. I wish to make my name known." Without giving the man time to respond, he dipped his head and continued into the walled city.
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