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Folstaff stands and looks completely unperturbed (while inwardly trying to seem as unperturbed as one can in such a situation).

I'll comply with the guards' wishes for now, given that fighting will clearly get us messily killed.

I'll keep my hand on my axe but not draw it, just in case things require me to step in.

OOC: Sorry I couldn't post last night; circumstances rendered me AFK.

I'll try and assume a stance sufficiently assertive to dissuade confrontation with the watchmen, but I'll sheath Azdurak (which is my axe, for the record).

I'll help the others in trying to open the gate myself. Sorry for the wait.

I'll head in the direction of the cry, trying to keep my head down from any such gunfire that might be flying in my general direction.

EDIT: I'll draw my axe and crossbow as well.

Info for character. Sorry about the wait. Bit brief, but I hope it'll do.

Name: Folstaff

Age: 56

Father's occupation: Folstaff Sr. was a veteran warrior in Karak Hirn, until mysterious and untimely death in a minor Goblin attack.

Childhood/early life: Folstaff grew up adopted by a master blacksmith, and therefore entered into the blacksmith's trade as an apprentice. Overworked, berated and tormented by his master, Folstaff's early life was a difficult one. Unable to endure it any longer, Folstaff violently attacked his master and was exiled from the hold as a result.

Current life: Left to wander the Old World (largely the Empire), Folstaff has been involved in a few small adventures, including a brief career as a pit-fighter. Having discovered that his only real talent lay in fighting, he soon offered his services as a mercenary, but with limited success. Searching for adventure, he set off to Lustria; unbeknownst to him, the majority of the area is covered in dense jungle.

I'd quite like to join, if you don't mind. Dwarf character, preferably.