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When Hector woke up, his world was pain. He groaned. "How much did I drink?" He grumbled to himself. He sat up, looking around. He didn't recognize the area, but that didn't really mean anything. "Come on Pryam, you have a job to do." He muttered. He got up, picked a direction, and started...

"Sure I guess." Hector finishes his drink, stands up, and starts looking.

Hector takes another sip of his beer. "I'm a merc. Only recently came to Hyrule. You can say a lot about my time here, but it ain't been boring at least."

Hector is already at the bar, drinking something that, to be frank, tastes like p*ss. He peers into his mug. If it is, the source should probably see a doctor.

"Ugh, I hate sand." Hector grumbles. "It's really f*cking irritating, and it gets f*cking everywhere."

Hector frowns. "That sort of thing generally doesn't turn out well. We could wind up getting ourselves into even more trouble."

Hector yawns as he ambles along with the party, not having had the opportunity to sleep in the past 36 hours. Sure he's gone longer without, but still.

Hector tests his new light sword a bit, frowning thoughtfully. It's lighter than he's used to, but he should be fine with some practice.

Hector shrugs and follows.

Hector puts his hand on his sword hilt.

Hector looks around. "Okay... where the f*ck are we?"

Hector follows.

Hector heads back to the inn he was staying at and quickly packs his gear. He's at the fountain in 10 minutes. He settles down and waits.

Hector shrugs. Eh, he's worked for nutjobs before. As long as he gets paid, he doesn't really care.

"He hired me to accompany him on some kind of quest. Well, looks like the fighting's over. Nice meeting you." He said, walking back to Agmire.

"We supposed to be fighting? I'm not really sure what all of this is about. Seems kinda personal, to be honest."

Hector looks over at Septimus. "You with him?" He asks, gesturing at the mage.

((Not sure if you knew this or not, but it's "omae wa shindeiru")) Hector chooses to study his employer's fighting style rather than joining the fight. Two against one doesn't really work all that well unless the two are well coordinated.

Hector, hand still on his sword, sighed. "****ing finally. Felt like he took days to react."

Hector relaxed slightly, before tensing up again when the mage spoke. He then drew his sword. "Hey boss, I don't think now's the time to be standin' down."

Hector sighed again resting his hand on the hilt of his greatsword. Looked like it was time for a fight.

Hector follows his new boss, sighing. He'd seen weirder. Still, this job was starting to seem like trouble. He mentally shrugs. Eh, whatever.

Hector shrugs and takes a swig of his drink. "Probably something inflated by alchohol."

Hector raised an eyebrow. "Friend of yours?"

Hector rolls his eyes. "Yes, I know where we are. I'm fully capable of reading the sign outside you know."

Hector shrugs. "**** if I know, I just got here."

Hector shrugs. "Alright then; you're the boss."

"You do indeed. What are we doing then?"

"If we do find treasure, I'll take 15% and cut my bill down according to how much the treasure's worth. No discounts other than that. If you can't pay me, that's your problem."

"No idea what you're talking about, but I work cheap. Only 500 rupees per day, plus expenses."

Hector snorts. "Do I look rich or lucky enough to be a squire? Name's Hector, I'm a sellsword. You lookin' to hire?"

Hector took a sip of his drink, thinking. He liked Hyrule, he really did. It was a nice, peaceful place. The problem is, people really didn't feel the need to hire a sword in nice, peaceful places. If he couldn't find a job soon, he'd have to move on. He sighed.