One of the Men

[Thor]

Samuel Vimes watched the four guards bring three primes into the Boar's Head. Big guy with a big ego, a red head with trust issues and an angsty teen. That's what this world needed, more people with godlike power and the mental stability of a dead rat. The Commander looked down at the drink in his hands. He didn't drink anymore, but he always bought a cup. It was a courtesy he extended to any tavern he used as a refuge from the constant nagging that his job subjected him to. He had an office though he rarely stayed within its confines. Anytime he did he was bombarded with "request" after "request" from primes and rich secondaries to put more manpower on this task or personally take care of this problem. It was mind numbing one of the guards stepped forward, removed his helmet and spoke.

"New primes commander. The one in the red mask said they want work."

Vimes looked the guard in the face, and smirked. It was Mark. It was always Mark. Mark made sure to leave any and every decision up to Commander Vimes. Vimes often found this annoying, but the one thing that he did like about it was that Mark made sure the commander knew of every new prime that entered Camelot. And that was the way he liked it.

Vimes pulled out a very large cigar, lit it, and took a long drag from it before speaking. "You want work eh?" Vimes said smoking pouring from his mouth. The commander took another drag. " I don't know what you're expecting coming here, we ain't got no paid work for the likes of you primes." Another long drag. "No offense of course, not all of you primes are decent folk and since we dont know which you are yet can't be to careful." Finally finishing his cigar, in a surprisingly fast manner he rubbed the end on the bar to extinguish the end. "Tell you what we could all ways use new recruits for the army, I'll let you train with my men. Prove yourself and you can become full time members of the Kingdom's army if you so choose. That's my offer"

He ignored the fact that one of the primes seemed to have taken possession of one of his men's steed and he ignored the fact that that same prime took possession of someone else's drink. It wasn't worth the effort. He was so tired of this insanity.

Thor watched the man called Vimes from behind his friend. Red seemed to be mulling over the commander's offer, however he was taking a great deal of time. Thor did not like waiting for decisions. He had learned the importance of patients in the world of the living, but in this world of wishes he did not need to bother with such things. Here he was immortal and he would not waste his immortality waiting on other's words. Thor spoke.
"I accept your offer," Thor said to the commander of the guards. "But you called us primes. I would like to know the meaning of that title."