Initiation: Calling of Five

Setting the Stage
It was a hot day in the western country of Bantia, befitting it's tropical climate. A guild in the country's southern region sat unusually quiet, as most of it's members where out on jobs. Inside, a man sat alone at the bar, his back turned to the few others in the guilds main hall. Every so often, he'd glance over his shoulder at a small group of kids playing with a dog in one of the far corners, and smile to himself.

As he sipped a drink, a very muscular but elderly man approached him slowly. He sat next to him and slid a small file across the bar to him. "You've been summoned Peltin." He said, poring himself a drink.

"How special for me." Peltin gulped down the rest of his glass and spied the seal of the magic counsel emblazed on the file's cover. "Counsel huh?" He grinned as he flipped through the papers, but it soon turned to a frown as he red. After finishing he placed the folder on the bar and leaned back in his chair. "The hell do they want me to go to Fiore for?" He looked at his companion. "Come on Boss, this is just more muscle flexing, and you know it."

The Davin sighed. "I know it. But I also that they know you can't refuse." He pointed up at Peltin's eye patch. "They've where sympathetic at first. But nobody said working for a pardon would be at your convenience." He looked back at the group of kids. "Remember it's for you both."

Pelten looked back over his shoulder at the kids, specifically a small redheaded girl holding the dog. "Yeah, I know." Just as they all ran out the door after the dog, Peltin stood up and tucked the file into a pocket of his trench coat. "Take care of the the kid. I'll be back in a week."

Davin looked surprised. "Your not saying goodbye yourself?"

Peltin turned and threw his arms out to the sides. "I ain't going off to war. Just got to pick up whatever mess the counsel started." He tucked his hands into his pockets and grinned at Davin. "Carra ain't naïve enough to think I'm just going to walk off and kill myself." Davin gave a small laugh, and waved as Peltin headed out the door.

Peltin made his way to the city's port, and boarded a ship bound for Fiore. Whatever this is, I better be getting paid for it. he thought to himself as his homeland disappeared over the horizon.