[@Blueskin][@Lucian][@Dusty][@Drinky][@Andreyich][@POOHEAD189][@TJByrum][@Laduguer]


Well...well...well...

The group assembled both on the parchment now safely concealed within his satchel, and standing around like some group of 'olde time' heroes of the past, was certainly one of the most diverse that the Estalian had ever seen in his career; if the Dwarfs didn't murder the singular Elf within a couple of weeks then he would be one surprised cyclops.

Eagerly he fingered through the available contracts from the Guild, hissing and tutting as he did so, discarding some of them with a quick snort or sigh while eyeing others for some time before moving on.

“Ah,” he exclaimed with a grin, “it seemths that I have found something you may like.”

“We shall need to travel north into the Reikwald first, to see a lady known to possess certain abilities though she lives in naught but a hovel.”

Surely this could not be it, he imagined some may be thinking, some that had never travelled the Reikwald before in their short and miserable lives...or lives of privilege, if it came to the Breton or Elf.

“Get some rest, prepare yourselves and your weapons, and meet me outside at exactly five o' clock tomorrow morning. I bid you all [i]bon dia[/i].”

With that he was off, up the stairs of the tavern and out of sight – all equipment and contracts slung beneath one arm – his heavy breath following along with him as he went. 

Time for a well deserved rest!


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Five O' clock came around faster than most could have anticipated, Severo rising at least an hour before the time and procuring a mount from the seemingly sleepless stableboy; a grim grey sky sat low above the forest and tavern, pregnant clouds swollen with rain threatening to relieve themselves every minute, and the Estalian shivered.