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“My, my, now that [i]is[/i] a lot of gold,” Ceridwen laughed to herself, sat in her city home. It wasn't exactly the most furnished abode. She was staring at a notice one her young eyes on the street had brought her, 100,000 gold, that was too much surely. Imagine everything she could do with that kind of cash, she could hire people. Spread the word of the one true God amongst the heathens that walked this land. Or, just buy an actual bed. That would be nice too.

She stood and walked herself to the castle, same city not too far thankfully, otherwise the notice would have reached her too late. Ceridwens staff clanked against the ground, it stood taller than her by a clear head and a half. The guards looked a little concerned at her showing up. She had been known to cause… A ruckus or two within the city. She held the notice up to them as she climbed the steps to the gates, “Don't worry my sweets, not here for anything devilish today. Well, unless you include my [i]devilish[/i] good looks,” she laughed at her own joke, going to stroke one of them on the chin, before realising that they might not see it in the same light.

The gates were splendid as always, maybe she should buy a gate. Or get an urchin to steal her some perhaps? Ah perfect there were already people here, less waiting for her. Who did they have then? A rouge, bard… A paladin? Usual tough guys. Oh. A cleric too? Of course there was. Heretics always drew themselves to adventure. Pfft pathetic. Hopefully stone rest proved to be more interesting.