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[color=00aeef][h2][center]D'Artagnan Riverwood [/center][/h2][/color]


[color=00aeef][center]Location: The Road To Lorenstad/ Lorenstad [/center][/color]

D’Artagnan shrugged his shoulders, he didn’t expect Malvor to see the potential that Thaddus had to assist him. “D[color=00aeef]o not worry Mr.Malvor i will keep an eye on him.[/color]” Chuckling but knowing that he would need to watch Thaddus like a hawk. “[color=00aeef]I shall find you after I have unloaded my own cargo. Although I apologize I would not be the one to pay you, the museum would be paying you for assisting me. But they will pay generously for your help.[/color]” The Katorian noticed the familiar buildings on the horizon.  He worried that Thomas would be worried about Thaddus’ absence, but this worry was relieved thanks to Thaddus’ ability to hypnotise the boy.  “[color=00aeef]I assume I will meet you at the local tavern, to discuss our next job.[/color]” D’Artagnan rode into the heart of the city making a quick stop at his favorite bookstore.

[color=00aeef][center]Location: Lorenstad/  Montgomery’s Bookstore [/center][/color]

“[color=00aeef]Hello Mr. Halbour, how are you today? I was wondering if you had Katorian History Volume III available to purchase?[/color]” D'Artagnan stood a couple of feet away from the counter. “Oh yes I just got it a couple of days ago, I took a look at it  and it was a very interesting read.” The old man walked over towards a tall bookshelf grabbing a large green book. “[color=00aeef]Thank you, I have been working on it for I believe four years now. I hope this volume gets enough sales so I can work on volume IV.[/color]”  The Katorian took the book, taking a moment to leaf through some pages. “I hope so, I want to know what happens to your people  after the war between the Katorian and Caninties?” The older man smiled before interacting with an Elven gentleman. D'Artagnan walked out of the bookstore with his book and made his way towards the local tavern. 



[color=00aeef][center]Location: Lorenstad/ Lorenstad’s Musuem Of History [/center][/color]


D’Artagnan walked into the museum while walking to the head of the museum’s office, he was admiring the many exhibits. Taking a moment to look at a display for Dwarven stone statues. His eyes noticed a small human boy that was not admiring the display but D'Artagnan himself. He had to chuckle at the thought of being observed by outside eyes, he knew that not many people see a living breathing Katorian right in front of them.  “Never seen a Katorian before young man?” A question which was given a slight nod. “Does it hurt if someone pulled your tail?” The boy pointed towards D'Artagnan’s tail.  “[color=00aeef]It would, but it would not be a good idea to pull on my tail.[/color]” D’Artagnan shook his head with a smile on his face. He had been asked similar questions before, but by this point it has become quite bothersome for him. “[color=00aeef]I apologize but I have to leave, I need to give an artifact to the museum.[/color]” And with that D’Artagnan left the room heading towards the curator’s office. However he noticed the human boy was following him, wanting to lose him he walked though a couple of exhibits. Bobbing and waving through the displays, but the boy was persistent he had to give him that. 

D’Artagnan thought he had lost the boy and assumed it was safe to head into the curator's office. Just as he opened the door he noticed the curator and the boy talking. D’Artagnan’s mouth was wide open as the curator and the boy were laughing, presumably about D’Artagnan. “Ah D'Artagnan you finally arrived , how was your trip? Have you met my grandson Bort? He’s visiting me from Orgoth with his mother, my daughter.” The old man pointed to the son who was waving and smiling at D’Artagnan.  The Katorian thought who the hell would name their child Bort. “[color=00aeef]Well it was quite exciting, I almost lost my life while trying to negotiate with the orcish tribe. And trying to venture though the tomb I almost got my…[/color]” He trailed off not wanting to mention what he almost lost in front of Bort. D’Artagnan pulled out the dagger and handed it to the curator. “[color=00aeef]I have the dagger that you were looking for.[/color]” Handing the dagger to the man who smiled, putting the dagger on his desk.  The curator handed D’Artagnan a heavy pile of gold pieces, which D’Artagnan took into his jacket pocket. “[color=00aeef]Thank you, now I believe you wanted to discuss the next artifact you want me to retrieve?[/color]” During the conversation the curator told D’Artagnan about a religious statue that belonged to an ancient civilization called The Grumpus. The statue was located in ruins that was unfortunately preoccupied by some not very friendly Kobolds.  I need you to retrieve the statue and if necessary.” The man paused for a moment signaling for Bort to cover his ears before continuing, “Defend yourself from the native population, This venture will pay better than the last.” The curator marked the location of the ruins on D’Artagnan’s map.  Leaving the museum and heading to a tavern wanting to wait to meet Thaddus. 


[color=00aeef] [center]Location: Lorenstad/  The Shouting Melons  [/center][/color]

D’Artagnan opened the door of the tavern, filling his nose with a mixture of alcohol and sweat. The Katorian covered his nose walking over towards a table. He was greeted by a busty Orcish woman, “Hello sir, what would you like to drink today?” She spoke in an overly friendly tone of voice. D’Artagnan blushed trying to hide it by covering his face, “[color=00aeef]Just a water please and thank you.[/color]” The Katorian paid the woman the proper amount as she gave him a glass of water. Wondering where Thaddus was, taking a sip of his glass while waiting impatiently.