[h3]Roland[/h3]
[i]"I really shouldn't have accepted that job offer,"[/i] Roland thought to himself.

A few days ago some random villager came to his tower to ask him for a favour. Honestly, he didn't fancy going on a quest with other travelers - mainly because being under the sunlight is uncomfortable for him; but they did say that due to the recent crop failure the village is running short on resources, and every single coin was important to ensure they could survive the coming winter. Their livelihood was at stake - which is why Roland reluctantly agree with their request.

Little did he know that the villager was telling him to jump town towards Stagcross. You heard that right. Stagcross. The 'supposed' gate to King's Pass Mountain, that - in reality - is pretty much a sorry excuse of a backwater village. Or a cesspool, if you were being harsh.

[i]"What was the job again?"[/i] Roland asked himself.
[i]"Right. Escorting a Sorceress named.. Ana, was it?"[/i] He recollected.

Pulling his hood lower, Roland begrudgingly willed his trusty steed - a mule the Village lent to him - to pick up the pace. He's practically melting under the sun, and any stinking tavern or inn would be better than being in the open. The noble beast, however, did not increase its speed whatsoever. The trip was slow and uneventful - save for Roland's constant and consistent cursing along the way.

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It was slightly past noon when Roland reached the village of Stagcross. And without wasting his time, he urged his mule to the nearest stable, tether it tightly to one of the open stalls, and quickly left for the tavern.

"Barkeep! Give me something cold and hard!" Roland announced his arrival.