*At a gathering of concerned farmers and other locals met at a barn in the Eastern Farmlands, a dark mustached man stood up and addressed the people.*
"I am Stefan Borchinsky, hunter of de forests of land. I am trapper, and archer and I am sad by de tings dat I see. Der vas time vhen de smart Barovian nu vent outside vhen de sun go down. It vas de time of de vrolok and de neuri. On de nights dat I got stuck in de voods past dark, I thanked Ezra for her protection, and any other god dat vould listen. De guarda, vere de law and de law vas strict and it vas obeyed or dere vas consequences. I nu broke de law, so I nu had to vorry. Those vere good times. Nu vitch or varlock vould dare valk de lands vith dere demon powers burning about dem. Dey knew better.
So vhat has changed? Vhy do I come into to town to sell my pelts and see de vitches in front of de Lady's Rest Inn vith dere Ewil eyes and powers out for all to see?! Vhy does Radu, a good man, nu smash dem vith his hammer?! Vere is guarda?! Hawve dey bevitched dem all?! or, are dere number to few to stand against dem?
I Stefan Borchinsky say to you, ve must take back our lands from de vitchs and outlanders."
*He unrolls a poster of Guard Recruitment*
"If you can sving an axe or shoot a bow. If you are strong like bull from vorking de land, den come vith me, join de guarda! Dey vill train us, and ve will stop dese vitches and vitch spawn from bring de darkness down upon us de good folk! No more of De outlanders trying to breed our vays out by charming our young Vemon! De law needs our help, and I am going to sign up! Who is vith me?"
*There is mumuring through the croud, and as Stefan leaves to go to the Citidel, there are looks of concern and some of determination that cross the faces of farmers, their wives and their children.*