The crisp feeling of the morning air had truly begun to wake the lot of men up. It was still Spring, and the cool mornings were a real pain in the butt to anyone who liked to be warm when they woke. Of course, one couldn't be upset when the scenery around them was filled with budding flowers, and green trees. Sure, the sun had just come up, but that wasn't too much of an issue for most. Early to rise, early to work. Today in specific was needed. First day on the job for Howakhan, a mercenary who had become known by a few for his keen timing. Of course, in the area around Oaklore, that wasn't saying much. It was a very rural area with towns far from one another, and only one major road leading from the Oaklore castle town to Falconreach, the main city of the land of Zeri. There very few clouds in the sky, and the trees were still rustling from the breeze that went through them. The ground still moist from the morning dew, and most of the green, and tan tents were covered in droplets of water. It was a group of 30 some odd men, a troupe of bandits who had all gotten to working together. After all, the knights in Oaklore often patrolled, and hunted them down. It was best to be in a large group on the off chance they came looking, for a greater likelihood to win. Yet, this group, was a little bit different. Their leader had apparently gotten hold of something quite valuable, which he knew would attract the attention of the Pentagonal knights. Howakhan could only take his sweet time stretching out, and getting warmed up. Of course, his rather laid back demeanor meant he'd likely cool down faster than he should allow himself to. Though, what was the point? He was just hired to guard the main tent. If enemies should attack, he'd have plenty of time to warm up while the rest of the bandits fought. There was no real reason for him to get worked up, or eager in his eyes. Stretching out, the manila skinned rogue gave a soft groan, and soon fixed his white leather armour, that had a hint of a light layer of metal over it back in to place. Securing what looked like two daggers on each side of his belt, and what resembled a wooden short staff on the back where it hung horizontally just under his lower back. He wore gauntlets on his hands that went half way up his forearms, and metal bracers around his black boots that sat with his dark gray pants tucked inside of them. His dark red hair was cut short, and kept combed back into a nobles slick. His bright green eyes didn't really keep focus on any one thing, they mostly drooped and stared off into space. Though, he kept enough attention not to run in to anyone. Proceeding forward to the leaders tent to be given his assignment, and placement. After all, he was here for money, so this was a job. That was one thing he would always take seriously.