"Have you ever held a blade before?" A guy dressed in a medieval England costume asked Jason, a few other guys dressed the same standing behind him.
"..." Looking around to be sure he hadn't been transmigrated into a different world when he wasn't looking, but a quick glance told him he was still on earth.
'Hell, I'll bite,' Jason shrugged internally.
"Long ago," Jason replied.
"The minions of Vasuqer encroach upon this plain. Demons forged from helheims flame. We must stop them before they reach the city,"
"Do you have what it takes to join the Nights Watch and defend the realm?" The medieval guy spoke again, clearly in character.
"To defend the realm, I would give my life," Jason replied, also getting into character as this was beginning to sound pretty fun.
"Talk is cheap. The realm doesn't need any more matyrs. Do you dare take this blade and prove your mettle against knights hardened as steel?" the guy asked.
"I do," Jason nodded.
