[h1][center]DUBUK[/center][/h1]

The Cleric sat in the corner of Heroes Hall, nursing his glass of wine. While there were more interesting alcohols available from the inn, only wine didn’t turn Dubuk’s stomach. The only reason the grape based alcohol didn’t do the same was because he grew up drinking it at the monastery.

He had been tasked with providing aid to those in need, as part of a trial to prove his devotion to his god. Unfortunately most people didn’t want his help as he was a half-Orc, a race that was looked down on by most of civilized society. Dubuk wouldn’t know as he was raised among Humans and Elves, never having actually met someone else with Orcish blood.

Finally someone in need of help appeared. This Mister Vanderman needed help moving supplies through something called the Darken Woods, a place that Dubuk was not familiar with as he was not from this land. However, the reaction of a Dwarf to the proposition seemed to indicate that this was a fool hardy venture, especially when he mentioned the evil in the woods.

Vanderman then raised how much he was offering. Dubuk wasn’t sure if this was a good value as he had been raised in a currency less area, only being given a meager bag of coin for his journey. Then an Elven woman entered the tavern, immediately accepting the job. Two Humans then spoke up, also signing on for the escort.

Vanderman then raised his payout to four hundred gold coins, offering half in advance. He then stated that they would leave at sunrise. Dubuk decided to finally stand up as he finished his wine. Having already paid for it, he walked over to Vanderman and the adventurers.

“If you need any more help, I shall offer my aid. Your stated offer of payment is perfectly acceptable for me,” stated Dubuk.

The Cleric hoped that they wouldn’t react to his Orcish heritage. But it did seem that most of the adventurers in the tavern weren’t interested in this quest. Vanderman would be quite foolish to turn down the aid of a skilled Cleric.