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Jereck: HP = 46, PP = 47, EP = 101, Status = Fine
Jereck had been on the road for no more than twenty minutes before he came upon his first obstacle. The roads had not been safe since the fall of the Empire, and even with the threat of the aliens and civil war looming over the populace, the most common problem for the more common folk had been bandits. The soldiers were busy fighting, and with near-total freedom to extort the locals, there had been a number of toll roads set up by those claiming to be "maintaining the safety of the roads." A half dozen men in soldiers uniforms with their insignias stripped from their shoulders were standing along the road, clutching long rifles and grinning as the woman that formed their center grinned at a group of travelers, likely refugees that had been ejected from the city.
That they were being extorted when they clearly had nothing besides the rags on their backs was, perhaps, bad enough. That one of them had been dragged behind a tree and was being loudly beaten was, perhaps, worse. Their commander spotted Jereck where he stood a ways up the tree-lined road and grinned, holding up a hand to silence the pleas of the beggar in front of her and then calling out to him; "Ahhh, hello there! Might you know these here vagabonds? They were caught trying to pass the toll station without paying~ We caught 'em though! Someone has to upkeep the King's roads now that the army's not doing it, right?"