So, I was staying at the ‘Lady Luck Inn’ wondering what I was going to do. The run in the with the Guild had shaken me a little, I don’t mind telling you. It had been over two months since my adventure with Berad and despite the blessings of the Silver Lady, nothing had happened over midwinter. So I was nursing a flagon of beer and feeling particularly sorry for myself. My ears perked up when I heard Wilf, the Landlord of the Lady call a few names out, mine included. I looked around the crowded tap-room, but no-one seemed to be that interested in seeing what Wilf wanted. So I did what any respectable halfling would. I wondered up to see what he was shouting about.
The Grand Lady Morwen wants you for a job he said. “Me?” I repled. “Well, all of you lot over there.” He said, pointing to a group of people I hadn’t seen before. I took the scroll that he was holding out to me, unrolled it and walked over to the table where they were sitting. Well, almost all. There was a grumpy looing dwarf sitting a little further away, attacking a plate of chicken wings like it was the last one on the Sword Coast.
There were two huge people, bristling with swords and armour and the like sitting at the table, one of them obviously a devout man, the other a dishevelled priest or cleric. I think they were together; they were chatting about religious stuff. There was another person, wrapped in a cloak with his hood up near the most beautiful elven lady, sitting apart from them all. When I got to the table and read the names out on the scroll, they all looked at me. Even the dwarf stopped eating for a second.
“We’ve been asked to meet the chamberlain of high Lady Morwen”, I stammered, “she’s got some coin for us to do a job guarding a wagon train.”
They didn’t seem that interested at first, but one of them, the one with the hood I think, muttered something about coin always being welcome, so after wrestling the last chicken bone away from the dwarf, we headed out to the Townhouse where we knew the Lady would be waiting for us.
I was glad to be doing something other than brooding in the tavern, but on the way I spotted someone from the Guild following us, well, following me I think. I mentioned it to the grumpy dwarf, who told me to call him ‘Mr. Frostbeard’ and he immediately took to staring at the thief behind us. As soon as he did, the vagabond melted into the shadows. Frostbeard ran to a nearby alley way, but there was a group waiting for him, the thief amongst them, so he probably thought better of it and came back.
It was worrying that the guild was keeping tabs on me. I was grateful for a distraction to get out of Daggerford. This job might be just the ticket, I thought, and it won’t hurt to be surrounded by a group of these large ‘uns either.
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