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[center][h3]Edgar Fischer[/h3][/center]

Edgar woke up in the early hours of the morning in the room generously provided to him by the proprietor. Sun barely up over the horizon. Usually it was around this time in the morning that he would set off into the woods to check on his traps or begin hunting for prey. But even when he was away from his usual stomping grounds, his body was already used to waking up at this hour. He sat up from his sleeping position and began preparing his things for the day and make sure that his things were well and accounted for. Heading into the unknown without sufficient preparations would be severely unwise. From the bag itself to the individual bundles of preserved foodstuffs. Edgar made sure they were in good condition for travel. He was ready to go then and there but there was one thing that gave him pause.

It was a piece of folded parchment. Picking it up and unfolding it it depicted a man late into his twilight years and a very young girl on his lap. Both were dressed in formal wear at the time. The old man was smiling broadly, revealing a couple teeth missing from his elated grin, the girl looked like she was in the middle of laughing when this caricature was made. Likely laughing at the admittedly silly face of the old man.

A smile crept onto Edgar's face as he gently held the caricature close to his chest. Close to his heart and offered a short prayer to Chauntea and Lathander. For protection and safety for his daughter. He finishes his prayer and folds up the parchment again to be kept safe in his pack. With preparations done, he sets out of his room and to the outside of the inn, to see the merchant Vandernman and get the job rolling. The proprietor's wife Ariana was at the door. Bearing very generous gifts to the group. [color=slategray]"It was no issue and thank you very much for these things. Please tell your husband that if he would need my services as a hunter or as a fighter, all he would need is to ask."[/color]

Turning to Vandernman, the merchant told him that the man who was part of the ruckus last night left the horses for them to use as an apology. Not to look at a gift horse in the mouth, but he still felt that Quinn was still in cahoots with the dwarf Hagan. But the gesture was well enough to Vandernman. [color=slategray]"Understood. Better we leave early before the goblins or brigands have time to set up ambushes along the trail."[/color]