[center][h3]Antaeus[/h3][/center] Barthen simply nodded understandably once Antaeus understood his fault and apologized for them. He couldn't blame the kid for trying; he remembered his own humble beginnings and how he had to beg and grovel for every little thing just to get ahead. Wasn't until he was already in the business for about ten years did things finally start to turn around for the better. As Barthen reminiced he perked up at Antaeus' question about the Redchaser, Mryn Atisha. [b]"Lil Red? Can't say I have, at least not today. If she isn't already out in the forest doing a hunt, I imagine that she'd be at the garrison or at home."[/b] Barthen chuckled as he went back behind the counter so he could tally up Antaeus' equipment. [b]"Hmm... Not to worry you, but maybe it'd be best if you don't ask her. After all, she's a hunter too. Chances are she's heard about the White Stag and is after it herself. Now, while I'm not saying that you shouldn't work together, I also know she's a prideful gal. Ever since she became the Redchaser she fancies herself the best hunter since Old Deadeye or Hircine himself."[/b] As Antaeus gathered up his supplies, Barthen counted them up to five gold coins exactly. He also filled Antaeus' waterskin with clean water, free of charge. [b]"Darts huh? That bring me back...."[/b] Barthen grabbed three of them, holding one between his thumb and index finger while the other two were held between his ring and middle finger. [b]"A good dagger is more versatile, but a handful of darts is good too if you're the type to have a melee weapon in one hand and something to throw in the other. Certainly helpful since you'll be wrangling the White Stag. I should warn you, the White Stag isn't like most deer. Sure it'll run if you ambush it, but if you confront it in the open, don't be surprised if it charges. Those antlers it has ain't just for show after all. But perhaps you could use that to your advantage, eh?"[/b] Barthen chuckles as he takes Antaeus' money and hands the young man his gear. [b]"In any case, good luck and good hunting, Antaeus."[/b] [@Zeroth] [hr] [center][h3]Livia[/h3][/center] The mayor laced his fingers together and cover his mouth, mulling on Livia's word. While her mother did mention she was "capable of taking care of herself", he didn't like the idea of having a complete newcomer simply come in and risk themselves for the sake of the village. He was still worried about [i]what[/i] could be in there, and there was a reason why he didn't simply let Nartur or any of the other miners just go exploring first. He's seen how these things can be, and the last thing he needs is for the villagers to accidentally awaken some sealed demon, or to come out of the mines as zombies. [b]"I'm sorry, but I cannot allow you or Nartur to go into those mines. The risk is far too high to send one of our best miners in there, along with the daughter of a predominate family."[/b] Nicolas says this, however there was a hint of regret in his voice. Soon he signed and did offer another option. [b]"To be frank, I'm more worried about Nartur and her men. She means well, but she hopes to regain honor for the orcs through battle and glory. If she were to go down there, chances are she will choose to fight even when it would be better to stay her hand. And I can certainly assure you, even if you went down there she would be too stubborn to listen to you if you advise her against danger. But you.... I can tell you can understand my concern, so I have an idea that may still work. I have already asked Maeda, out town's resident mage, to try and find out what she can into the crypt through some magical means. This way no one would be immediately threaten. But between her duties as a teacher and her own research she has her handful as it is. But since you seem to be a knowledgeable sort, perhaps you can assist her in investigating the Crypt. I don't know the details but I'm sure Maeda does."[/b] The kittens strayed away from Livia to go back to Monita, except [url=https://i.imgur.com/9MLVm4K.jpg]one[/url] who was playing in a small barrel. It popped up from the barrel right in front of Livia's foot. It mewed cutely at her and tried to climb into her shoe. [@Rune_Alchemist] [hr] [center][h3]Ethan[/h3][/center] When Ethan returned to the tavern, it was less full than it was before, with only about half the amount of patrons. However those who stayed were quite drunk. Sips saw Ethan and raised a brow. [b]"Done already? Righty mighty quick that was, good-"[/b] Then Ethan explained that he got lost at a simple fork in the road. Sips' look of disappointment was palpable. He took a deep breath, rolled his eyes, and walked to the back of his shop. That's when one of the girls working in the tavern, a blond elven lass, approached Ethan, quickly drawing on his map and speaking hastily. [b]"You might want to leave quickly. The first village should be a two hour walk from the town and the fact you're not there already is going to throw the schedule pick ups out of order. Sips has been... Less then pleased at the past couriers who have either ran off with the supplies they were suppose to pick up, or just incompetent at following a schedule and directions."[/b] The girl drew a rough idea of what Ethan's route should be: the first route showed a picture of a forest and a picture of an open plain, and he should go through the forest. Then he should reach the first village. Next the path would take him to what appeared to be a river with a stone bridge and what could be best described as a creek, and he needed to take the stone bridge to the second village. Lastly there was one more path that seemed to take Ethan through either a valley or over some hills or mountains, and he needed to go into the valley to reach the third village. Finally after that it seemed like he was either suppose to take a boat or just a long, winding path back to the Frontier Town. [b]"Normally if you reach the villages on time, you could catch the fishing boat back to the Frontier Town somewhere around sunset, but since you're already a few hours late you might not be back until nighttime. Now hurry before Sips comes back with his roller!"[/b] [@Searat] [hr] [center][h3]Kael[/h3][/center] A priest who was reading some scripture was approached by Kael with his questions. He adjusted his spectacles and examined the insignia. [b]"Order of the New Dawn? I believe I have heard of this order yes, but I do not remember seeing anyone from that order. Allow me to check our records."[/b] Closing his book the priest went into an office for a few minutes. Kael was left standing there while the priest went looking. The temple looked and sounded more like a forge with the beating of hammers against steel echoing throughout the grand hall. Even the altar where the priest would hold his service appeared to be a large, archaic anvil for forging swords and armor. Soon the priest returned with a pile of books. [b]"Unfortunately, we have no records of anyone by that name or from the order of New Dawn who arrived here. However, we do have records of various knights and adventurers who in the past who has asked for our service. Here are all of them on public record."[/b] There was at least eight different books and journals, each about three inches thick and smelling of ink and charcoal. The temple kept extensive records indeed. [b]"Now, I do not know your father, but perhaps he did come to our temple but never introduced himself by name or used an alias. Either way, our records would have a written description of each of our clients, what they ordered, and anything else of particular note. With any luck perhaps you may recognize your father among the recipients. Unfortunately we cannot allow you to take these tomes outside of our temple, but we have a study where you can read at your leisure."[/b] [@Guy0fV4lor] [hr] [center][h3]Jarynth[/h3][/center] Dormic stayed to help the other scribes review the documents and clean up when he was approached by Jarynth. He smiled and gave the man his full attention. [color=a2d39c]"A wine maker? Sounds lovely. I'm sure Sips at the Drunken Dragon could use someone like you. As for buying a plot of land, for the most part you're free to try and make a home anywhere outside of the Frontier Town. Though we can't guarantee your safety or well-being outside of these walls, these lands are ripe for anyone with ambitions and opportunity. However if you do wish to buy land within the Frontier Town, or request the service of the town's workers or militia, speak to the mayor. He hands all contracts related to businesses and lands around the Frontier. As for wine itself... Well, we have some water and apple juice."[/color] Dormic offered Jarynth a wooden cup filled with sweet apple juice. Very sweet. [color=a2d39c]"Oh, and if you're from a guild, perhaps Barthen's could be of help to you as well. He wishes to establish a trade guild here and I'm sure he would be more than willing to include fine wine to his goods."[/color] Dormic says with a courteous smile. [@Black Keys]