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The woman cups her hand and scoops your denars into a burlap bag she was keeping under the counter. She holds up a hand to the man she was talking too, the man gives a quick glance to you, and then nods at both you and the woman. The woman supports her chin with her palm and tries to think.

"Well, that man over there is asking for help from a band of criminals called the White Wolfs. But, as you can probably tell, he won't be able to offer much. Heck, the best way to help him is to go up to Rivacheg and talk to Boyar Crahask. He's about to go hunt down these White Wolfs and is offering payment for mercenaries to join one of his parties. See, but how I know it's going to be dangerous is that a Boyar himself is getting involved. Usually these bands of criminals are left to be taken care of by lesser captains. So, I suppose that lad over there is going to get his wish, even if it'll be too late for his village.

Other than that, Prince Yaroglek is always looking for able bodies in his war against the Nords, he's going to lead a campaign against the eastern nordic territory. It'll be the first Vaegir offensive in years. Thanks for the Denars, I'm sure a guy like you can turn a profit. If you have any left over, I can get you some meat and some beer." She turns to the other man before waiting for a response.

"Anyway, where was I?" They go back to discussing what sounds like gossip.
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The sight of Jelkala brings back memories of all flavor. It has been a long time since you, Lord Ethelbert of Jelkala, first left in search of fortune and glory. Your father is dead, and in your absence due to your prolonged capture by a group of slavers who did not know of your noble birth, another lord, Count Kurnias, has taken possession of all of your fathers assets, including the village of Ruldi. Returning to the town will certainly garner a reaction from the people and nobles.

The walled city, capital of the Rhodok Republic, sits nestled in a valley with sharp, insurmountable mountains towering on all sides except one. It is truly a fortified haven for the relatively recently formed republic. As you approach the gates, two Rhodok Sergeants spy your heavy weaponry and decide to stop you. The laws of the Rhodoks are much more strict when it comes to such things, you remember.

"Stop. Why do you come into Jelkala with such weaponry in hand?"

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Thomas sniffs and looks as if he is thinking some more.

"Yes, I can offer you a donkey, for a slight dock in pay of course. 15 denars to cover the cost of the extra hay it'll take to carry you on it's back. You may walk, if you like, but be warned, for it is a long trip on foot.

As for your other question...my men are caravan guards. They do not go on these trips for loot and treasure, everything is priced accordingly to profit. Any dead men's boot or swords will weigh down the pack horses and donkeys even more, therefore the loot will slow down the trip. If you are going to take a donkey, do not take any loot. An exhausted donkey will cost you. With no mount, carry all the loot you can, I don't care. Just don't slow the caravan down."
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