Reynault shook his head and quickly drained his ale. "So no one around here has ever heard of Neverwinter? Or Faerun?" Reynault set his now empty tankard back onto the bar and wondered if this bar had anything stronger than ale.

"So that Runescribe fellow, he sounds like a magic expert, right? Maybe I should go talk to him next and find out how in the nine hells I got here." As he spoke, he could smell the aroma of his meal from the kitchen. [i]Well, maybe not on an empty stomach. Now would be a good time to start stress eating.[/i]

"Okay, easier question. What can a man with sword do for work around here?"