'Who wants to know?' asked the uninterested barkeep.
With a tired wit, the young man replied. 'Thordor.'
The bartender stopped wiping the bar and looked the young man over. Reaching into his pocket, the gruff man produced a wrinkled piece of folded parchment.
'Well boy, it seems work has found you...', he said as he offered the document to the confused youth.
Cautiously, Thordor opens the letter as the first few lines read...
'Thordor, I pray this message finds you well. I have been expecting your return. I hope you have not forgotten your old friend Sutra...'
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Thordor";p="1636 wrote:
A young but battered male walks from the forest, entering where he first came to pick up a sword (The Barony of Midnight Sun). Worn from a restless journey of many encounters, this young male seeks rest at the nearest inn.
After walking in the inn i go to the bartender saying.
"traffic has been busy since ive been away, do you have a room i may stay in for the night. I am tired from a long journey."
Walking toward my room,I turn to this man at the bar serving drinks.
"do you know of somewhere where i might find some work?"