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Revlis came here with nothing more on his mind than a hot meal and a quiet rest before heading home. But he knows that rest won’t come while good men are fighting for their homes and lives. The weary elf approaches the two militia.


He is young and perhaps a bit too lean; overall unimposing. A cursory glance would mark him “green,” but a little patient observation will reveal that something about him-- perhaps his rough-hewn shoulder-length black hair, the haunted look in his green eyes, or maybe just the slight wary hunch to his posture-- says he has a story to tell… if he wanted to.


“Greetings, friends,” he hails the two outside the tavern, his tone more than sufficiently grim for the situation at hand. “It seems we have some trouble on our hands. May I ask what’s going on here? Is there any way I can be of assistance?”

Action: investigate the tavern

Litaria shifted uneasily as she walked through the town. In a sudden fit of--something, she really wasn't sure what, but it certainly wasn't intelligence--she had decided that being a magic shop assistant was too boring and quit, in favor of heading to Sun's Reach for adventure.

Now, as she was faced with the realities of war, with injured soldiers all around, her previous boring existence seemed more and more appealing. There was no turning back now, though, so she kept walking. A sign to the right caught her eye, and she stopped. It marked a tavern--one called the Drunken Sailor. She was sure in happier times it would have been filled with just that, but now the patrons who entered and exited tended to be sober in spirit if not in mind, and just as many were soldiers as sailors.

"A drink," Litaria declared to no one in particular as she paused in front. "That might do me some good. Maybe enough will make coming here seem less like a crack-brained idea." She walked up the steps, past the two militiamen at the doors and the elf conferring with them, and into the tavern.

Action: Investigate the tavern

Litaria couldn't help but feel sorry for the waitress scurrying about among the empty tables. After traveling so long she could do with a bite to eat, so she sat down at one and beckoned the waitress over.

"Are you okay? You look sad," Litaria asked, but then immediately regretted it. She didn't want to make the woman dwell even more on unhappy thoughts. "Is there anything I can do to help?" she asked, hoping there was at least something she could do to make up for it.

Action: Talk to waitress

Litaria

The watery eyed waitress rubbed her eyes and let out a slight sniffle as she failed to provide a convincing smile.

"Oh; it's nothing that can be helped, miss. My husband and I lived out on one of the dozen or so farmhouses on the edge of town and had to flee when the first waves of these awful goblins showed up. He was called out to act as a militia and was killed in the first few days... *sob* *sob* Now, the only thing I had left of him was in that farmhouse, a locket he gave to me on our wedding day...

I'm sorry, I shouldn't be unloading my troubles on you like this. Now, what can Matilda get you to drink hmm?"

Side-Quest Discovered! Find Matilda's Locket


Ezarix

Receiving the cheap ale garners the same results as you might have expected. The taste is bland and the aftertaste is dull but it's still alcohol. Upon examining the remainder of the room, you overhear the conversation between the woman and the waitress Matilda. In addition to this, the barkeep cleans out a glass as he leans in closer to you.

"I'm wagerin' yer here for gold and glory, knife-ears. Go on to the palisades, you wanna play hero, go right ahead and dive in. The Cap'n Belgrath is needing all the help 'e can get."

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Litaria

Matilda smiled and shook her head, causing her auburn locks to shiver slightly as she regained her composure.

"That's wonderful of you to offer, dear, but it's much too dangerous out there to go alone. Our house was right by a small pond just east off the main road and its surely a camp for those godless little cretins now."

She rushed off for a moment before returning with a single bottle that looked significantly more refined than what most individuals in the bar were partaking in.

"Here, sweet thing. On the house. A bottle of Telanor Red. I got it from a rather pompous merchant who was passing through town before all this awfulness started. It's a bit too sweet for my tastes but if you don't care for it either, you can see if you can find someone who will take it. As for the food, I can get you some stew for a gold, if you'd like, but most of our better stuff is gone at the moment."

Azlok found his way from the mountains to Sun's Reach. He'd been planning on just heading there to offer his trade for food and drink, then to move on. But Hrolfnir had other plans for his tool. As Azlok arrived in the town he noticed innumerable hurt and injured. That being said, his trade was going to be very valuable to him here. With so many injured, he had to ask himself why they were damaged and the best way to answer a question, is talk to someone. He went to the nearest bar, which had two guards outside it. He trusted guards only on the battlefield. He had come to understand that they valiantly, if not a bit naively, followed orders. Whether the orders were lies or truths, they were orders and meant to be followed. In a life and death situation, that's all good and well, but when trying to understand a situation, that kind of thinking tended to produce some one-sided news. He headed inside to see a fellow Dwarf at the bar. He smirked at the familiarity and walked over.

"Whit drinks do ye have? An' what's the news? So many bleedin' round 'ere, yoo'd think 'ere was a war," he ignorantly said. He had left before the news arrived in his town. At most, if he really thought about it, he might remember seeing a human on horseback.

Action: Investigate the town's state through the barkeep as well as order a drink.

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Litaria & Ezarix

Matilda was a bit surprised at the slight scuffle between the two strangers but offered a warm smile in return.

"It's alright. I would never ask someone to go out there alone. I don't have much in the world left to give but I'd gladly give it away to get that piece of my husband back... I'll get that stew for you."

She took the coin and stepped away but not without offering the same smile to the elven sellsword. She brushed past a dark-haired dwarf on his way to the bar and slid past again as she brought back the stew.

"Let me know if you need anything else, alright?"

Azlok

The dwarven barkeep's disposition improved greatly upon seeing one of his own take a seat in front of him.

"Ach! We got nothin' but cheap ale and Orcish Whiskey left around 'ere, stone-brother. The damned goblins an' their raids have been bleedin' our supplies straight dry. Yer a priest o' Hrolfnir aren't ya? I saw the markings o' yer garb. Are ya here ta help end this nonsense with those anklebiters?"