tactic? Heaving those bosom of hers and charming the enemy to drop his guard. Before long,
he would drop to the ground, and never knew what hit him.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” Sunil smacked, as though reading your thoughts. But now, the
business at hand is to make it to the Fair by noon. Already, a crowd is forming in the
distance… Today, together with your four fellow tacticians, you will find a match – a
prospective paymaster. That is a fine thought to hold on to, as the five of you set foot on the
Fairgrounds. The stench of a hundred men crowding at the entrance of Fair greeted you. The
stale air threatened to choke you, but curiosity got the better of you as the five of you stared
at the large signage blocking the way to the Fair.
‘Only the worthy need apply. To be deemed worthy, defeat the pugnacious bunch of
renegade tacticians, all ten of them, and come back with evidence of your win.’
You cursed beneath your breath. What was that about? Ten renegade tacticians to defeat?
Where will you find them? Judging by the shouts from the crowd – none is the wiser. “Now
what?” Sunil stormed. Heather turned to Flubus, who shrugged and then to Gareth. One
could not miss the sneaky smile on his face. “Lads, spirits up – I know someone who can tell
us all about these ten renegades. Follow me.”
Before long, you find yourself face-to-face with Rufus, the tavern keeper with a front-tooth
missing, and eyes glued to Heather’s chest. “Out with it!” Gareth bellowed. “Tell us about
the ten renegades you were going to tell me last evening.” The five of you had backtracked
from the Fair to where Gareth’s „abode’.
“What’s it in for me?” Rufus chuckled, and placing one outstretched hand on the table.
Gareth and Flubus each set beside the tavern keeper, while Sunil, Heather and you were
dumbfounded - staring at the cheeky man from across the table.
Gareth gave Rufus a tight slap on his back that sent his face slamming onto his still opened
palm. “I’ll tell you what you will lose if you keep mum. Two more missing teeth! On the
other hand, should we prove successful with this bunch of ten renegades…” Gareth lowered
his voice to a whisper. “15 Tactics Coins for you.”
Rufus began speaking all at once, exclaiming and gesturing with great anticipation. “Ten
young tacticians have recently formed a gang called the „TENBADSIRS’. Each of them
claims to have attained mastery over one of the aspects of tactical combat. Teach those uppity
