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SHADOW ASSASSIN
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[indent][indent][color=BAB8B8]A man cloaked in yellow took another sip of the stout ale before him, free arm lazily holding his head as he sat at the bar counter, unenthused, contemplating every decision he'd ever made in life.

It'd been a painfully long journey getting here, far from where he frequented. But the old hag had been right. There was a tavern. A whole blighted compound. Some rich bloke definitely put a lot into this setup.

[i]Arn Wolven[/i] was the name that kept getting thrown around, from what he'd gathered in his half hour of scoping the joint out. He'd heard a lot of things on top of that, the loose lips of a tavern always providing an ample supply of information.

Wellspring Tavern was evidently a bastion of hope. An adventurer's reprieve. For some, a final stop before entering the Darkmere. Wolven himself was a man of great stature. He hadn't seen anyone like that yet.

But it was the sort he was looking for.

He'd come here for a reason. He needed to enter the Darkmere. Only there could he find the artifact he needed. At least, that's what the old hag had told him. She'd been right so far, the damned witch.

Going alone was suicide. Even he knew that. He needed a good meatshield or two. Preferably with big bodies. Preferably with strong weapons. Preferably with decent survival skills. Preferably dimwitted enough to actually agree to join him.

There were ordinary picks about. Typical adventurers. Would-be heroes. Boastful idiots with overly embellished stories. They'd be unceremoniously dead within the first hour of the journey he was set on.

Not exactly what he was looking for. Hell, there was even a bloody kid that just bumbled in.

Unbelievable. What kind of establishment was this?

Eyes darted to the left as a new face took a seat at the bar two stools over.

An orc. A big one. With an axe. Brilliant.

He couldn't help but eye the man up and down as he ordered himself an ale, then spoke of work.

[color=F0AB4A]"Hah. If it's novelty you're after, then consider venturing into the Darkmere,"[/color] he piped in with no invitation. [color=F0AB4A]"That's why most of this rabble's here. They think they have what it takes."[/color] He gave a sly smirk. [color=F0AB4A]"Think you do?"[/color][/color]
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[color=BAB8B8][b]【 [color=F0AB4A]Where[/color] 】[/b] Wellspring Tavern - Bar
[b]【 [color=F0AB4A]What[/color] 】[/b] Seeking information and potential meatshields
[b]【 [color=F0AB4A]Who[/color] 】[/b] Lorn
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