![]() ![]() Even got dragged into the Endless Battle once, on the strength of a pretty lie about easy shins. However, even he wasn't immune to the allure of ideas and signed on to a dead loser once or twice. From the cattle barons of the Plowshares, through the Ailu Rebels, to the White Company, he sold his sword to anybody who could pay. Neither side was in the right and eventually he drifted on. His first commission was with the cattle barons of the Plowshares, who were fighting the Sagus Protectorate over grazing land. ![]() It took him time to realize his gift for conning people. He spent his life drifting from one job to another, terrible at everything save amassing cash: Terrible farmer, poor soldier, worse bodyguard. When he got away, Tybir never desired anything else, save perhaps punching his father in the face. It helped that his childhood was horrifyingly meaningless: A little farm in the Plowshares, about a day's walk from absolutely nothing. His positions were merely the means to an end, that end being amassing money no matter what. Tybir hails from a small farming village and has done a long list of jobs in his life - soldier, spy, bodyguard, ambassador, a hundred more - but whatever job he held, his true vocation was cheating people. Tybir is a soldier of fortune who currently believes himself to be its plaything. At the moment, however, his jauntiness seems overshadowed by worry, and he alternates between watching the execution and searching the crowd as if looking for a miracle. Pacing the edges of the crowd is a paunchy old soldier with a swaggering stride. ![]()
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