RP:A New Sheriff In Town
Roldan steps into the room, armored as if for war. His sword has, of course, been confiscated, and the guard who holds it has escorted him in. Seeing the queen, the knight offers her a bow, deep enough to show respect, but not so deep as to abase himself. "Good evening, lady" he says, his voice ringing out clearly from his open visor. "My name is Sir Roldan, oft called the Red."
Jacklin rises from her seat to offer an equal amount of cordiality to the newcomer, “Welcome to the city of Larket, Red. You’re the one posting offers for work on the board in Kelay then, yes?” Settling back into the chair she gestures toward the ragged-looking chair before her desk. It wasn’t much, but at least it was a seat.
Roldan action : nods his head in thanks, settling down upon the seat before answering. The chair creaks alarmingly, but holds for now. "I have indeed been looking for work. If you frequent that board, you may have noticed that I am currently engaged in wiping out the Black Lotus, but as they run from me like frightened deer, I find myself weary of inactivity. A soldier needs work, else he falls into ruin."
Jacklin eyes the weeping chair suspiciously but says nothing. Hopefully it would retain a solid build until Roldan rose from its embrace. “The clan needs to be wiped from this lands surface like a lot of other groups. I’d like nothing more than to see that silly group, Kiss of Death, go the same was as Black Lotus. Inexperience will take its toll eventually, Red.” Leaning back in her chair she studied the build and features of the knight. It wasn’t subtle, for Jacklin wasn’t that type of person. It was in plain view for Roldan to see. Gaining what she needed the queen continued, “Larket is in need of good soldiers. My city is in need of good men, no doubt. There’s one fairly, well, important role that hasn’t been filled for some time now. There aren’t a lot of upright people to handle such a task. Sherriff of Larket is a cold role currently. And I’m looking to fill it with something fiery if you get my meaning.”
Roldan's figure, beneath the armor, is that of a fighting man. Relatively tall and sturdily built, he is sure to be very stong, if not the fastest in the world. His features are average enough; is eyes are a flat gray, his hair and sharply-pointed beard are as red as his armor, and his nose is rather hooked. "Kiss of Death," he says, pondering. "I may well turn my attention to them after the Lotus is gone." His voice carries no emotion, as though the lives of those of whom he speaks mean as little to him as the changing of the weather. "I have had experience in enforcing laws," he says, dismissing the previous line of thought. "And I think that, should you hire me, you will not find me either lax, nor cowardly in my duties."
Jacklin leans forward from her lazy slump in the chair, elbows planting on the desks top as head dips at the proper times in response to the solid words of Roldan. Each word came slow and meticulous with eyes trained firmly against those of gray, “I do not have a lot of faith. It has never hurt me before, and I doubt it ever will. My life has been propelled by gut-feelings if you can understand this. All those within this city have been taken on chance. Snap judgments and maybe a little hope. But,” the elder human gave her chin a little scratch for seemingly dramatic effect, “I think I like you. My gut tells me that you’d be fit for the role of Sherriff. It’s knee-jerk, and some others may question you of your past, but you have my approval at this point. Benefit of the doubt until proven horribly wrong is my motto, you could say. You sure you want this job?”
Roldan action : allows a small smile to creep across his lips as he nods his head. "I do want it," he says, "and I appreciate being given the benefit of the doubt. I think that, with my present campaign, I have been made to seem an evil man, perhaps a bully, by those who do not know the nature of those I hunt. Because of that, I think, you are right that others will question me, or even your decision in hiring me. But I make no secret of my past, and I am prepared to defend my honor to the death if need be..." And here, a slight tinge of arrogance slips into the knight's voice, "and I think I have no one to fear, should it come down to that."
Jacklin produces a jaunty chuckle, the tone being so ragged and rough as to give Roldan some kind of view on the attitude of this woman. A whiskey-drinking, foul mouthed brawler who just happened to stumble into Larket at the right time was Jacklin to a point. “I would worry not, Red. I’ve hired many in this city that have been questioned since the day of arrival. They all question me, but I have learned to accept it by this point. Larket is the most powerful military city in this land so do they really have room to question me?” Giving the knight a wink she again stands from the chair and extends her hand to the seated man, “You look as if you can handle the questioning. And you speak as if you’ve done so before. Larketians do not fear anything. So you, Sir Roldan, fit the bill perfectly. Welcome to Larket, Sherriff Red.”
Roldan action : rises as well, reaching out to firmly clasp the queen's hand. "I thank you, and you will not regret this decision. With your leave, I will gather a group of deputees to assist me with patroling the streets. The criminals we capture, I think, would benefit from a period of labor in city renovations, maintenance, and any other unpleasant duties." The knight's smile widens as he continues, "And, I think, I might could draw up a set of laws regarding foreign criminals that, with your approval, could help the city in many ways."
Jacklin gives another deep bow of her head before releasing her hold on the knight’s hand, “I’d very much like those ideas. You’re free to gather deputies so long as they are, as I’m sure you know, worthy of Larket’s banner. You draw up those laws and I’ll aid in any way I can, Red. Just keep me informed of your search and my office door is always open to you from this point on. I’ll alert the other members of Larket to your new role so if they approach you…hopefully it won’t be in a harassing manner.”
Roldan, for once, seems truly excited. Perhaps exterminating the Black Lotus has bored him even more than he's let on. "I'll not be surrounded by men in whom I have no faith. Every man I hire will prove himself to me in combat, and in ethics. The code of laws with corresponding penalties should be in your hands within a week. I thank you again for this duty, and I will now see to it. Fare well, my queen." With a bow the same depth as before, the knight turns and, reclaiming his weapons hurries off.
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