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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2015 19:17:24 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2015 19:17:44 GMT -8
There's an old inn that is well known to travelers, set deep within a copse of woods at the base of a mountain, where many adventurers have come and gone. The old inn keep is a man that is well versed in spreading rumors and stories about the events of past and present. He's a scrawny man, this inkeep, with an eye patch and a glorious mane of white hair. He used to be such an adventurer, a treasure hunter, to be precise. Along the way, he himself has run into some rumors that he believes with all his heart are true. Any time a patron comes in, he is always blathering on and on about this story.
“Oi seent it wit' me own eyes, oi did!” – Not true, but it always makes for an interesting topic indeed, and he would go on, “A great beast as big as t'is inn, I tell ye! An evil king sent 'im t' guard o'er some old ruins years ago until one o' his men finally unearths t'e treasure hidden somewhere in t'ere.”
A random patron would call out in sarcasm, “An' t'en wut, ye ol' windbag?”
“Oi seent it swoller a man! A man as big as ye, ye dolt!” The old innkeeper said.
They call this innkeeper Thadius Patches, and he is as old as dust, some say.... So old that even his flatulence sends flurries of it dancing in motes of sunlight. But that is just part of his charm.
“It's said t'at it was sent t' kill t' king an' his people when t' princess refused t' marry t' evil king's son. It was punishment fer t'e wee lass! But she's been gone fer half a score o' years an' nobody's seent her anywhere. I t'ink if ye find her, ye'll find t' treasure!”
“An' t'en wut?” Says the patron again, a grin on his grizzled face... “Wut were ye gonna do if ye ever fount her?”
Thadius splutters and says, “Maybe Oi woulda married t' wench so's Oi could be a king!”
The whole common room erupts with laughter, as always. “Yeah, an' t'en ye'd have wee little patches runnin' round like t'ey own t'e world!”
“Just ye mark me words... Oi'll find me someone what could find t'e treasure 'n' Oi'll take it all fer meself.” Thadius sniffs in indignation at being laughed at. He goes back to doing what he does best, being an old fart!
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Merek Hawes
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Post by Merek Hawes on Feb 17, 2015 13:52:19 GMT -8
Merek was not but a day over the age of twenty one when he was sent out on his own by his father to adventure and gain life experience from distant lands. He grew up son of a Baron and was trained like his father to become a warrior, a knight but most importantly a figure for the people. This is why Merek was sent with the clothes on his back, a pack carrying basic supplies, a water skin, his fathers sword, and a war horn. He was equipped with but the very basics for his journey and expected to earn his way through this part of life as any commoner.
This brought the young warrior to the door step of the inn looking for shelter from his few weeks he spent sleeping outside for the most part underneath his cloak. His slim muscular form pushed open the door to the inn and took a step inside to what may be the beginning of a great adventure.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2015 14:38:24 GMT -8
The grizzled, one eyed man brightened as an unfamiliar face came into view. Money money money! “Ahh, welcome t' me inn, boy. Sit ye down 'n' 'ave a cup o' mead! Or ale. Yer choice.” He waved his wrinkled hand toward an empty seat before looking to his “audience” and continuing. “Now... Where was Oi?”
“Ye were boastin' about t'e beast wut swollered a man alive an yammerin' about a treasure an' marryin' a princess,” said a fellow who had heard the story multiple times. It never got old to jab at the proprietor.
“Oi know t'at, boy! Oi was gonna continue, impatient dolt! Now... Ahh.. yes... Mark me words, boy... Ye find t'e princess, an' I bet she knows just where t'at treasure be. I 'eard it was somet'in mighty powerful, somet'in' t'at ol' King T'orn wanted so bad 'e destroyed t'e whole kingdom fer. Legend 'as it t'at it's a scepter made o' gold an' t'e finest gems one could e'er see!” He cackled with his glee, “Fweeheehee! Imagin t'e riches wut t'at pretty piece could bring! I'll be bettin' t'e princess, wherever she is, wants t' foind it right bad.”
“An' t'en wut, ye old goat?” Said the ribbing man.
“An' t'en Oi'll marry 'er an' keep 'er busy wit' brats whilst I go spend me money when oi' find it.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2015 23:39:55 GMT -8
The beast mistress awoke in a stupor, shuddering, sore, stiff... but... alive. Feruzia stumbled to her feet, coughing, walking down the side of the mountain toward the sight of smoke. Where was she? How??/ The last thing she remembered was walking with her animals through a forest.... Fog... F.... What happened in the fog?? Flashes of hell flitted through her mind as she fell and rolled down the remainder of the slope. She skidded to a halt, spitting blood from the split in her kip from the tumble. She lay there, sobbing brokenly.
Where were her companions? What? She was so confused! “No.... No... Oh god's no...” she cried, and started to crawl toward the Inn, her arms and legs screaming in protest. What? Duh-duh-duh-duh-hehehehehehe. She went from sobbing to laughing and back to sobbing again when she stood up and wobbled her way to the door... Only, she didn't make it to the door, she fell, once again, about 20 yards from the place, just as a young warrior was entering the door. “NO! NO! NOOO! NO! No.. No! NO!”
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Post by Merek Hawes on Feb 18, 2015 8:04:06 GMT -8
Merek was just about to enter the warm hall after being welcomed in by the inn keeper but a noise of something falling caught his ear. His first reaction was was his hand gripping the handle of his sword that hung on his waist from the sword belt. The sword came out partially as Merek turned on the balls of his feet with the blade giving off a dull white glow.
The movement was quick as he turned around to see the woman collapsing on the ground at which point he let go of the sword with it slapping back into the wood core sheath. He let go of the door too cutting off the banter from the inn keeper and the patrons within the bar as he quickly rushed to the aid of the fallen female. His first action once reaching her was rolling her onto her back while he knelt beside her.
"You do not look very well miss. Can you tell me what happened?" Merek was rather blatantly obvious though his tone was calm and a bit soothing. He only saw the split lip but saw no other signs of violence on the women.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2015 12:06:21 GMT -8
The old man also heard the commotion, as the patrons went silent, one by one. Patches craned his head so he could look out the door and blinked as he spotted Feruzia collapsing and such. He wrinkled his nose. “Wut's t'is? An addled lookin' wench? PAH! She probably ain't gots gold on 'er, OI'd leave her t' sit in 'er madness!” He put his hands on his hips and scowled grumpily.
The crowd, it seems, shared his opinion except for one or two whom followed out to see what was happening. Not much else could be said. Thadius couldn't just walk out from behind the counter, could he? He had to make sure his gold was safe. The greedy old fart.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2015 12:18:01 GMT -8
As the man approached her, she shrunk back and giggle cried, if that makes any sense whatsoever. “I can't say, I don't know. I don't remember. I woke up here! Here! I was there! THERE! Where are my companions? Have you seen my companions?” She was speaking so fast, and none of what she said was rational, at all. Her eyes had a crazed look in them,“Oh the woods! I remember the woods! There was... a fog... and... so much... walking... and....” She tore into the pouch at her belt, and the weird looking mushrooms from her night in the foggy forest fell to the ground, clearly not normal looking mushrooms.
She screamed when she saw them, and dove for cover. “No! No! No! Don't eat the mushrooms! No! Don't go in the foggy forest! Madness... MADNESS!” Feruzia covered her head with her hands and sob-laughed.
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Jessie Hargrave
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Post by Jessie Hargrave on Feb 18, 2015 13:08:43 GMT -8
He could feel every heartbeat pulsing through his body. Why? Because every heartbeat was another wave of agony and despair. The White Mage . . . he was a bit of a twig, a lightweight in every sense of the word, and he'd vastly overdone it last night. Jessie sat up in bed, and immediately regretted the swift action, as a spike of deep protest rammed itself through his skull. "Fuck me..." He groaned, getting up out of bed. His insides gave a mighty lurch, and bile rose like steam from a pot. A hurried rush for the washroom and all the good times he'd had last night came rushing back up as a much less pleasant experience.
The hung-over healer stumbled to his feet and shook his head, staring at the mirror and giving a mighty wince. His beautiful hair was all sorts of disheveled, wiry strands sticking out everywhere! First, he'd take care of his hangover, then... an hour of primping and preening to get his visage into a proper state.
Thrusting a hand into the air, the spell left his lips and fingers: "ESUNA!". . . Only for nothing to happen but a fizzling spark at his fingertips, as a fresh throb of pain interrupted his concentration. He'd have to get rid of his hangover the hard way, then. After a quick brushing, he left his room after he threw those faded White Mage robes on and carefully navigated back to the main pub, just in time for Feruzia's fearful scream to drive nails into his gray matter.
Stumbling outside to see what was going on, the four words from her mouth answered the question before it left his lips, along with the sight of the fungus she seemed to be hiding from. "Lady..." Jessie croaked, before wincing at his own voice.
Gods above! Usually he sounded like a beautiful, resplendent songbird but right now, it was more akin to a toad. All the same, the healer approached Feruzia cautiously, giving a small nod to the other coming to her aid. If she was still under the influence of the mushrooms on the ground, then he could remove whatever toxins were left in her body... but to do so would mean battling his hangover for control of his concentration.
He'd move from behind, making sure his footsteps were audible, his approach able to be sensed. He didn't want to startle her. "...Lady..." He spoke again, just to make sure she knew he was there. His gloved hand shakily found her shoulder. "Deep breaths, okay? You're...you're safe. The mushrooms can't hurt you. The mushrooms can't hurt anyone. Can you take deep breaths for us?" He managed, trying to sound authoritative despite the pounding pain in his skull, the blinding agony that her maddened, crying laughter sent echoing through the confines of his cranium.
The mage clasped his hands and took a deep breath, beginning to gather his focus and trying his best to seize control of the light in his soul.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2015 14:02:43 GMT -8
The addled woman shrunk away from the mage, hissing out, “Lie! I was there. I was in the fog! Now I'm not! I ate a mushroom.” Her belly clenched with some unnamed memory and the fact that it was devoid of any contents. “Don't go in the fog! Don't eat the mushroom! The mushroom is evil. Look! It glows!” And indeed, it seemed to hold some kind of incandescence. She shifted her eyes between the two men, the pretty man receiving a look of horror. She slapped her hand over her mouth, “My companions? Have you seen my wolf and my hawk? Oh no!” The woman gnawed on her already raw, and dirty fingers, heedless of the muck that was crusted beneath the nails.
She wailed out, “I was alone! Alone and frightened. Madness!” Poor woman, what had she been through? One could see from her battered and bedraggled appearance that something had happened, but what? Feruzia, the brave beast mistress, was torn apart inside by the experiences of the prior twelve hours. She hissed out again, “Don't eat the mushroom. Don't go into the fog. Lost... Lost for hours... Frightened... Alone... Mad. Going mad. Madness.” She hid her face then, giggle-sobbing and muttering unintelligible words, her jumbled thoughts that were spoken aloud, making no sense whatsoever to someone who hadn't been there.
She began to tug at her dark and tangled locks, chewing again upon her fingernails, crouched now on the ground as the men looked at her. Her cheeks were scratched, her knuckles bruised, her clothes were in disarray. Various elements of the forest clung to her form, mud was caked on her hands and feet, she was pale and had a gray tint to her tanned complexion that spoke of some kind of illness. Vomit still clung to her hair to cause strands to clump. She smelled awful, illness awful, not body odor... Well, maybe a bit of that too because she'd been sweating out all night and experienced other bodily functions.
Feruzia sobbed, brokenly, then. Dry lips parting to let out the soft and heart broken cries. Her body shook with the force, and tears should have been there but she was likely dehydrated to all hell by that point.
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Merek Hawes
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Post by Merek Hawes on Feb 19, 2015 7:25:34 GMT -8
The white mage that approached the women didn't look to much better off by the sound of his voice or the bloodshot of his eyes. Merek's eyes also looked at the mushrooms that laid down in front of him by the woman and at the woman now continuing her delusional fit.
Merek stood again dusting his knees off as he stood up. He looked at the addled women with some form of pity and a bit of revulsion. Going into the woods and then eating the local fungus seemed to him a mad thing to do. Then again his upbringing was much different from those in front of him.
"I don't suppose either of us will talk any sense into the wench. We'd be honestly better off to knock her out and treat her that way. That is if you happen to have a better idea?" Merek addressed the white mage whilst his eyes moved between the woman and him.
He didn't much like the idea of hitting a woman but if it stopped her blathering until they could get her to a bed and some help then it would be better than allowing her to continue destroying herself. He placed a hand on the hilt of his blade while thoughtfully rubbing the stubble growing out on his face from his last few days of wilderness excursions.
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Jessie Hargrave
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Post by Jessie Hargrave on Feb 19, 2015 11:55:37 GMT -8
Light briefly danced around him as he formed his spell at last, pointing a wavering hand at the poor girl. He turned Merek a look that said 'Hell if I know', because caught in the depths of his concentration there was hardly a way he could answer. Thrusting a hand into the air, he silently cast Esuna; having no urge to shout right now and the spell's actual effects were as follows...
The illness in Feruzia would lift from her body, and dissipate into small puffs of light. Very low-key, and hard to notice, you had to squint to see a White Mage's magic work on getting rid of something internal, rather than external. Most spells in a White Mage's arsenal were humble and graceful.
Jessie's magic was . . . well. Different. His personality tended to cause interesting things to happen to his spells. Cosmetic things that did nothing but make his incantations unnecessarily flashy through tacked-on glamers. Around Feruzia, obnoxious pink illusory hearts flowed and danced. They depicted a green skull and crossbones being shattered. The markings on the hearts changed from Esuna to Esuna depending on what plagued the recipient of the spell, what needed to be purged.
When Esuna had run its course, they all popped at once, and Jessie lurched forward, nearly falling over but managing to stumble back into balance. "I don't think knocking her out is the right idea. That can easily be interpreted as an attack and we don't want her to panic. As for her condition... the sickness inside of her is gone. However, whatever happened to her head - that's on her to overcome. If my magic could mend sanity, I wouldn't be like this." He joked softly, kneeling down next to Feruzia before addressing Merek further. "Stranger, go inside and fetch her a glass of water - . . . and one for me, if you would..." He turned his attention back to the poor woman, and wrapped an assuring arm around her.
"Hey. Listen to me. I'm one of the most capable healers in the land." Even in this sorry, groggy, unwashed, bloodshot state with his breath tainted by his upheaval earlier... he STILL tried to stroke his ego. "You're gonna be okay." He said in as soothing a tone as possible. "You're gonna be fine."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2015 17:08:04 GMT -8
The spell really didn't have an effect, the poison was already ebbed from her system by the time she was done crying. Her mind slowly shifted from crazed to mostly lucid as the last dregs dissipated. Now she was simply very haunted by the passed day. She tried, then, to halt the healer from wasting his energy, her hand lifting, palm forward. She hiccuped a few times, and looked from the mage to the warrior, then scowled at being caught crying. Damn it!!
Yes, her mind was deeply affected and would be for awhile, but the crazed mutterings were no more. She said then, “Please forgive me...” her voice sounded haggard, she felt like hell. “Thank you for trying to help, but I will be fine if I can just rest... I think... I don't know...” She stood on wobbly legs, her head hurt horribly. Feruzia was... wow. “I think I wandered into something. I was.... walking through the forest with my companions, a hawk and a wolf, when a fog descended. I... don't remember everything that happened. I must find my friends... They're very important to me.” Would they believe her after all the rantings?
But it was true. She was simply now feeling confused, but aware of the things around her. Her mouth was dry and tasted disgusting, she needed a bath, she wasn't yet ready to try food for her belly still roiled with nausea. It was somewhat like being hungover.
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Erebus Vogel
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Clothes and Equipment: Mottled Gray and Black clothing w/ hood and face mask.
Shoes molded from natural plastic of a tree.
Slender Black Bladed Wakizashi.
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Post by Erebus Vogel on Feb 20, 2015 7:15:43 GMT -8
The man in the black clothes kept well out of the sight of the people below him from his perch in the upper part of an old oak. He had watched the women crawling towards Merek well before he even took notice. The man had been watching Merek well before he came to this inn even saving his life on a few occasions without him being aware. Now the boy had wondered to an inn finally, much to the relief of Erebus who grew tired of taking care of threats the man seemed to forget about when he slept in the open forest.
Erebus continued his monitoring with no emotions shown in either his eyes or his face. He had been awake far too long to care what really happened.
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Merek Hawes
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Post by Merek Hawes on Feb 20, 2015 7:31:03 GMT -8
Merek was a bit taken aback after being told to fetch water by some narcissistic mage that couldn't even hold his drink down. His first reaction was wanting to hit the man over the head with the flat of his blade. He figured it wouldn't turn out very well if either the patrons or others decided to rush him for he would surely be overpowered. Merek didn't hold the inn with high regards either for glass was rather expensive and it made more sense for a barkeep to cut costs by using wooden mugs and glasses and possibly tin or copper.
"For a healer you don't seem to keep basic necessities at hand do you? Maybe you choose to rely on your flashy magic more then having at least practical knowledge in herblore as well?" Merek's tone held only a touch of insult most of it being a challenge at the mage.
With his last sentence he tossed the half full water skin to the woman who was now standing on uneasy legs.
"What would you like us to do about your friends miss?" Merek asked always looking to help.
A cringe could almost be felt by Merek when he offered to go on to help some woman before resting. The cringe being Erebus cursing the man silently but enough for him to feel his hair give a slight rise.
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Post by Jessie Hargrave on Feb 20, 2015 12:51:16 GMT -8
Oops. The spell hadn't been needed at all. It would have been better served on himself. But being able to show off made it worth the costs of using it. Furthermore he'd been overestimating the damage to her psyche. "...well then. It would seem I'm an idiot. That's not news at all." He muttered to himself with a small sigh.
As the man produced a waterskin that he had obviously missed, the mage's eyes took on an expression akin to 'oh, fuck me, I need to go back to bed'. Clearly Jessie wasn't operating at peak efficiency. He could see the anger in the man's eyes and his words cut deep into his skinny frame.
Pop. Pop, pop, pop went the bubble around Jessie. The mage blushed deeply but held his ground, not once breaking away from Merek's eyes. He remembered, at one point, that yes, he'd been versed in proper medicine. Now all of that was gone. Gone, replaced by a void that hinted at details of his past but refused to reveal them, like a teasing harlot trying to wrap a man around her finger.
He looked at the waterskin and didn't touch it. A romp through the forest was much more pressing to one's throat than a romp through a few bottles. The mage straightened up and took a few steps back, glaring at Merek. He wanted to fight back, but even Jessie knew there were far more pressing matters at hand. He took a deep, deep breath, held it in for twenty seconds, counting up to ten in his head and turning around to return to one before he let it go, took a smaller inhalation, and let that exhale as words. Finally, FINALLY, he chose to respond to the accusation that he relied on his magic above the basics.
"Yep. You got me." He rolled his eyes and chose to let him do the talking with Feruzia about her friends, rubbing at his forehead in a weary manner.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2015 15:05:51 GMT -8
A lone traveler approaches, scroll in hand. He looks like a courier. The courier nods to the group outside, “'Ello, then.” Her said, nodding politely and hopefully attracting some curiosity. He then moves into the commons and discusses said scroll quietly with the inn keep, gets the permission he needs because Patches lives for gossip and passing word along about quests, and the courier strolls back outside to a rather large tree that is used as a cork board. The scroll is unfurled and affixed to the trunk of the tree. The courier makes sure it is affixed to that well, then pulls another such scroll out to tuck under his arm that he'll pass along at his next stop. He walks off the property and disappears into the woods.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2015 19:54:08 GMT -8
Feruzia gratefully drank in some water, first to rinse her mouth, then to hydrate, only taking small sips. Her belly cramped. She looked back and forth between the two of them, and then she shook her head, “I don't know what you can do... Except... If you happen to see a female, gray wolf that answers to Cael, and a male, red hawk that answers to Rou.” The two men seemed to be getting somewhat irate with each other, which was not really needed in this situation. So Feruzia wiped her grimy hands along her pant legs and looked away for a moment. Then her attention caught on what the courier was doing. She leaned off to the side and blinked several times. A scroll? What's this? Feruzia absently handed the water bottle back to the warrior, and she strode the several paces toward the tree where the scroll had been placed. Her eyes scanned it. Unknown land? Her eyes blinked a few times. Could it be referring to where she came from? A place that was in ruins? Or could it be somewhere else. She rubbed the back of her neck and then moved back over to the two men. “I thank you both for wishing to help me. I do apologize for my addled state.
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Erebus Vogel
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Physical Description: Weapons: Push Dagger, Tanto 7", Small Crossbow, various tools. Clothing: Mottled grays and blacks with a dark purples for the leather belts.
Clothes and Equipment: Mottled Gray and Black clothing w/ hood and face mask.
Shoes molded from natural plastic of a tree.
Slender Black Bladed Wakizashi.
7" Tanto blade
Push Dagger
Throwing Spikes
Various Tools (lockpicks, pry bar, rope hook)
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Post by Erebus Vogel on Feb 21, 2015 16:41:37 GMT -8
Another water skin from seemingly nowhere slapped the mage on the face. Erebus watched the full skin hit the mage with none of his expression really changing from his perch in the tree. He didn't care for Merek's rudeness to the poor man even if he was correct in his thinking. But the boy would never have gain any companions by acting that way. If the need presented itself he would show himself, violently of course to Merek who was getting on his nerves these past few weeks of traveling.
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Merek Hawes
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Post by Merek Hawes on Feb 21, 2015 16:55:37 GMT -8
"It is fine. I am glad to be of help after all." Merek slung the water skin back over his shoulder when he saw the mage take one to the face from seemingly nowhere.
Merek had to stifle a laugh clasping a hand over his mouth. Turning quickly to face the tree where the letter was posted by the courier and the woman now stood. The warrior strolled over to look at the letter now trying his best to ignore the incident with the mage.
A quest to discover new lands? He didn't care much for what the reward was offering. He came to make a name for himself in this place and gain the esteem of the people. Though he didn't seem to be doing a very good job of it at that.
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