[center][h1][color=007236]Troe Revinah[/color][/h1]
 
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Troe gripped his singlet ring when he heard the news. Had his family been among the refugees he would have run into them by now. They would have certainly looked him up, and it certainly wouldn't take his two sisters long as they wrote to him every opportunity they had. They had been silent for quite a while longer than usual, which should have been a sign...but perhaps he didn't want to think about it. 

Fighting back tears at the thought, he resigned himself to join one of the many scouting parties that would undoubtedly arise to claim the money. While he doubted there was anything he could do to help his almost definitely deceased family, he could at least find out what had happened. Rjaskav and Solvnir were filled with stout and skilled warriors, for something to conquer them without much fuss...it couldn't be a normal invading army. It was clear that the king's decree was merely to calm the people and advertise the reconnaissance contract.

This brought up an excellent question, why would the king send adventurers out instead of the royal army? Certainly they had plenty of scouts available. Unless of course he knew the danger of the mission...adventurers would be expendable and much more versatile, but that wouldn't be enough to justify sending strangers to their dooms. 

Troe sighed and placed his ring back on. For all he knew, that was all that remained of his home. He reached into his bag and gripped his spelltome. It was just a standard wind spell, but it could definitely do some damage. 

[color=007236]"Now all I have to do is find a group to travel with and..."[/color] He trailed off as he scanned the crowd for anyone that looked like they were planning to take the offer.