The tender was going to tell them that there weren't any rooms available, but Lloyd's mention of Empal's name, and the leer that Lloyd gave to him, made him reconsider. "I do have one room that you can both use. I'll take you to it when you are finished here!" he told them. Lloyd downed the cider immediately and the tender shrugged then showed them to their room. "My name is Cavander!" said the tender as they walked up the stairs to a room at the end of the top hallway. "If you want privacy, this is one of my best rooms." He lead them down the hallway then motioned for them to stop while he went into a large room, which was obviously his own, and brought out a large bundle of bedding. Once inside their own room, Cavander closed the door and looked at them. "I know who you are, and why you are here!" He kneeled to them and kissed Boyce's hand. "I'm your servant!" said Cavander. "To your feet Cavander." ordered Boyce and helped him to his feet. "I will not be like Manguino to have men, who are in most cases better than he, to kneel before him." "I hope that we can trust you, and count on you for support!" said Lloyd. "Whatever you ask of me I shall do, even if it means to lose my life for you!" promised Cavander. "The main thing I ask of you, Cavander, is that you do not treat us as our status. This I ask of you even so to the point of treating us as lesser than peasants." "It is important that you do this!" added Lloyd. "I will do your bidding!" nodded Cavander, then he took the bundle of bedding and from inside it brought out a small cask and a smaller square box. He opened both containers and the two men saw their contents. The cask was full of gold bits and the smaller square box had two electrophoric-laser guns, like those which they had lost. "You will need this while in Pomperaque, masters!" Cavander echoed to them what Empal had told him they were to be used for. He was ready to leave their room after he made the beds for them, and he was about to open the door, he looked straight into Boyce's eyes. "We all loved your father and mother, my Lord!" he said. Boyce nodded to him. "Yes, I know, Cavander!" Cavander sighed then left the room and the two men decided to sleep through part of the afternoon. By the time that dusk came around, Boyce and Lloyd were awake and they had a nice bath down the hall. They dressed in clean clothes then went down to the tavern and had something to eat and drink. When they were dressing they discussed with each other their needs to start recruiting people and their only conclusions were to either risk being given away by some satisfied follower of the ArchBishop, or to be killed by some desperate sorts who would take them for spies or just as troublemakers. Their final decision was to start with the lower classed folk of Pomperaque; those who usually had to steal in order to survive. These were the oppressed.