Having left home and travelled south in search of good deeds to do in service to our father, Torag, I had made my way to Absalom and found a reputable enough establishment to slake my thirst after the journey.
The bar was eerily quiet but the barman stocked some of the finest Dwarven Stout that while a reminder of home was also of good quality. I looked around the room and spotted two human mercenaries, a half-elf, a gnome, a half-orc and another human. All of them seemed to be minding their own business. Little did I know I'd soon be on a journey with them...Read More