A Half Fiend in Seshtau colors...

The Half Fiend narrows his eyebrows as a thoughtful expression washes over his face, "My values? Hmmm... well I value my home, my property, and those to whom I am loyal. As such, I value the power to protect those things from those who would do them harm or take them from me."

He takes a deep breath, "The potential for power is all around us, and there are those who can reach out and grasp it, and those who must be stepped on or over because they are too weak to obtain it themselves."

He tilts his head to the side slightly, "Information is but a form of power. All power is attainable if you know where to look. And you? What is it you value above all else?"

Taking a few moment to think about the question Maximillian asked him. "Well... my values are the same as yours, I want power, I'm done going on the road, I want to stay home with the people I care most about. The road has wore on me. Coming home this time, I plan on staying here. Those are the things I want most. And I'll step on the backs of people too weak to attain power." Drinking his ale and looking at Maximillian with a serious look in his eyes. "What do I have to do, Maximillian?"

Maximilian leans toward Blodwulf, his expression stern, "What you have to do is be strong, loyal, and dependable. You have to be strong enough to lift yourself from the dirt and prove your worth. You have to be loyal to the Barony. Every action, every thought, every breath must be for the benefit of the Barony. You must prove yourself proud of the colours that you would wear and that you are someone we would want at our back in battle. Seshtau is not a kiddie group or a club. We are fierce, ambitious, loyal, a powerful ally and a deadly foe. To wear these colours is to be a part of something ancient and primal. It's to have your feet buried in the underworld while your arms reach throughout the planes. If you think this is something you want--no, could survive, then you can speak to a Noble about joining our ranks. But for your own good, if you have any doubt, don't waste our nor your own time."

Thinking about what Maximillian has told him, he touches the pommel of his sword, which he does when he is in thought. Before speaking, he takes a long draw from his ale. "Who is the noble I need to talk to? I need something I can be apart of. Collecting bounties is good coin, dont get me wrong, but I'm tired of my loyalty being decided by who has the bigger pocketbook. My sword belongs to Seshtau. If your noble accepts me, of course." Taking another draw from his tankard. "I pledge my loyalty."

Maximilian smiles again as he fishes into the pouch concealed behind the large leather-bound book hanging at his hip. He produces a piece of parchment and a quill. He quickly scribbles a note on the parchment and then puts the quill down.
The Half Fiend mutters a few words under his breath and makes a complex gesture with his hands. The parchment shakes and then folds into an envelope shape, hovers a few inches off of the table, and then vanishes from sight with a slight audible 'pop'.

"We shall see momentarily."

He pushes his mug toward the server edge of the counter, "One more, please Celestria."

Looking at what happened he says "Seen some strange things traveling, but magic is something I'll never understand. There's nothing better than a big piece of steel and your will to outlast if you ask me"

Sliding his mug next to maximillian's "make that two as he slides the coins over to cover both drinks"

"What was that about anyway?" He asks.