When Tybalt heared of the impending attack on the magic isles, he knew HE could make a difference.
Having aquired both stature and fame in Lenfald by helping the peasants after the recent swamp campaigns, he thought he'd cash in some favors.
He travelled around the whole of Lenfald, in search of people willing to fight. Willing to take arms up against the Outlaws that pillaged a many village and a many farm.
Accompanied by a detachment of Lenfel soldiers and a treasurekeeper/taxcollecter, he arrived at the farm of John Crarot. John was a nimble farmer who mostly stuck to himself. Nonetheless he was pleased to see Tybalt arrive, because where Tybalt came to recruit, High Lord Triphian I of Lenfald made sure sufficient gold was payed for upcoming services.
While John's wife Tyshia was attending the crops in the field, his kids welcomed the troops and especially the horses. Such finebred horses didn't come here that often.
Tybalt, Sergeant-in-arms Miar and the treasurekeeper walked on towards the house. Miar never liked dogs and nervously followed Tybalt. After a quick chat, Tybalt and John aggreed on a fee and rounded off their bussines. John was to be enlisted as soon as possible.
Now it was time to prepare. Not just his kit, but also his family because as it stood now, he might not even return......