Once he saw some civillians that were in need of assistance, he would come over to them. He stabbed his blade to the ground so he could have his hands free, so he could help move over some debris and free some trapped people. He offered his hand and helped a child be free from the mess and then a maiden and lastly someone who was an elderly man.
The child seemed awestruck by a knight with a big sword and flowing cape, while the adults were thankful, they had a more reserved reaction as his appearance was meant to strike terror and fear into his foes, rather than hope in its innocents he defended.
The child asked if his sword would be ok since he stabbed the ground and wondered if it would be damaged. Tamas took out his blade and spoke "No. The soil is soft. And the moisture in the ground is negligent. A persons bare hand has more moisture that would damage and rust a blade. I always take care of my items. Now do not worry. Go on. Come and follow as I take you to safety" he spoke in his usual emotionless tone.
He wasnt a man of passion towards fellow man. This was to him another job. He was not emotionally invested in this. He was not sure how his guildmates were doing. But he kept calm and continued his duties. Kept his composure.
Once he made sure the first batch of people were safe and out of harms way. He would patrol the area and look for more people that were possibly in trouble. One of the guild members saw him and invited him over to help them.
"How can I assist?" he curiously asked as this guild member was making meals for the civillians. Once he heard an answer, he blinked behind his helmet. They wanted him to be a waiter?! Its not that he objects to it. He's just surprised. He was not used to such menial work. And hasnt done such in a long while. But he decided he'd do it
"Very well" he said and placed his blade on a table or chair, whatever was available
"I shall give the meals to whoever needs them. But you watch over my weapon. Dont let anyone touch it. Not even you!" he said, mildly lightly, trying to sound as if he was serious, but also jovial and joking. He wasnt sure how it came across as socializing wasnt his strongest suit.
Once a meal was made, the guild member would point him to who needed it. He'd nod and hand over it to the civillian. He'd repeat the process several times, so every innocent in the area would have a warm meal and whatnot
"Is there anything else I need to do?" he asked.
He didnt expect to hear a 'yes, help me prepare these meals'. But he did hear it.
Again he didnt know what to do "I see. Well, tell me, what shall I do. I am not a cook to be honest"
He didnt expect to go from a waiter to a cook. And if he's right, another waiter. But here he was.
For some forseeable time, he was now as assistant cook, helping to prepare the meals for the innocents. Mostly by handing over the corresponding ingredients that are asked. As well as some cooking utensils or items or whatever was the right word for it
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