Discord
Changelog
The old man nodded gravely to the now not-so-young looking adventurer.
“I never thought I’d see you again, youngster. You seemed just a bit too wide-eyed to survive here. Good on you though!”
The young man sat down wearily next to him at the bar and plopped a small bag of coin down next to the old man’s drink.
“I stopped in the Town Hall of Murbant before I came back and withdrew these talons from the Vaultkeeper there. I’ll be stopping back there again to get the rest and maybe a nice place to settle down out there.”
He paused and looked the old man in the eyes.
“Or maybe I should go to those that are in the Central Citadel of Thasselen, you think?”
The old man swallowed and drank down the last of his ale, then shrugged.
“I already told you, lad - Thasselen is Thrul’s private playground. If you’re looking for a safe place, Murbant’s the better choice.”
The adventurer’s eyes flashed as he moved in inches from the old man’s face .
“Barkeep! My ‘friend’ here needs another round while he tells me what he conveniently forgot the last time about the Central Citadel of Thasselen.”
The old man’s eyes darted around nervously, and then settled on the coin on the bar and the new ale pushed his way.
“A..alright lad. Just take it easy. I was hoping you’d just read the warning by the dungeon entrance for people to stay out. There’s really nothing down there but death for anyone but Thrul and his Red Wizards. Especially for the inexperienced!
“I mean - the upper level is safe enough. It only has officer’s barracks for the Priador Legion stationed there, and then has your Vaultkeeper, Deedmaster and Merchant Master too. Just like Murbant’s Town Hall as it looks like you’re aware of.
“But you’ve heard the screams - even outside the Citadel. Most people can’t even stand to go in the main level. I mean hells - they've got corpses and heads lining the way!,” the old man’s face was paling slightly, and he took another long drink from his new ale to steady his nerves.
“Anyway though, in the dungeons you’ll find Red Wizards and their guards, no doubt of that. Worse though, you’ll find many of their creations. Dread Warriors. Darkenbeasts. Chosen Ones. And the Blooded creature abominations like orcs, gnolls, and even trolls! Gods!”
The old man watched the adventurer’s eyes drift away, and he could practically see the gold gleaming in them as the young man got up without a word and left. As he slowly grabbed the coin pouch off the counter, he knew he would not see him again.
“I never thought I’d see you again, youngster. You seemed just a bit too wide-eyed to survive here. Good on you though!”
The young man sat down wearily next to him at the bar and plopped a small bag of coin down next to the old man’s drink.
“I stopped in the Town Hall of Murbant before I came back and withdrew these talons from the Vaultkeeper there. I’ll be stopping back there again to get the rest and maybe a nice place to settle down out there.”
He paused and looked the old man in the eyes.
“Or maybe I should go to those that are in the Central Citadel of Thasselen, you think?”
The old man swallowed and drank down the last of his ale, then shrugged.
“I already told you, lad - Thasselen is Thrul’s private playground. If you’re looking for a safe place, Murbant’s the better choice.”
The adventurer’s eyes flashed as he moved in inches from the old man’s face .
“Barkeep! My ‘friend’ here needs another round while he tells me what he conveniently forgot the last time about the Central Citadel of Thasselen.”
The old man’s eyes darted around nervously, and then settled on the coin on the bar and the new ale pushed his way.
“A..alright lad. Just take it easy. I was hoping you’d just read the warning by the dungeon entrance for people to stay out. There’s really nothing down there but death for anyone but Thrul and his Red Wizards. Especially for the inexperienced!
“I mean - the upper level is safe enough. It only has officer’s barracks for the Priador Legion stationed there, and then has your Vaultkeeper, Deedmaster and Merchant Master too. Just like Murbant’s Town Hall as it looks like you’re aware of.
“But you’ve heard the screams - even outside the Citadel. Most people can’t even stand to go in the main level. I mean hells - they've got corpses and heads lining the way!,” the old man’s face was paling slightly, and he took another long drink from his new ale to steady his nerves.
“Anyway though, in the dungeons you’ll find Red Wizards and their guards, no doubt of that. Worse though, you’ll find many of their creations. Dread Warriors. Darkenbeasts. Chosen Ones. And the Blooded creature abominations like orcs, gnolls, and even trolls! Gods!”
The old man watched the adventurer’s eyes drift away, and he could practically see the gold gleaming in them as the young man got up without a word and left. As he slowly grabbed the coin pouch off the counter, he knew he would not see him again.