Dhelleck d’Tharashk sits at his small desk inside the Finder’s Guild guildhouse on the northern side of town. A fist-sized Eberron dragonshard sits upon the desk, it’s inner glow illuminating the paperwork he’s scribbling on. Standing on the other side of the desk stands Ari Osten and Tarviss Jarga, both looking hot, sweaty, and quite dirty. Small stains of blood can be seen on their tabards, and if you were to take careful look at their weapons, you’d see that they are stained as well.
Both men have just returned from another skirmish with the Scaled Might Tribe of lizardfolk, who for the past three weeks really been making more of a nuisance of themselves outside of town than usual. The Scaled Might had always been a problem, but this was getting ridiculous… three straight weeks of attacks. Granted this has pleased Dhelleck because it’s brought in extra gold to the Finder’s Guild coffers for every bounty hunter that Magistrate ir’Fischer has hired to help, but it’s becoming quite a concern for all townsfolk involved.
Dhelleck d‘Tharashk looks at both men. "So it’s getting worse, eh? Not surprising. Been getting reports from the Watchmen that the marshland to the south has been teeming with the blighters. Been good for business, though" he smirks to himself. "By the way, good job on finding this" he nods to the dragonshard on the desk. "Haven’t had much of a chance to get more of these things since the attacks started. I’ve got Dubbin out there on the northside hill scrounging for them, but he’s just one man. You said you found this actually ON one of the lizards?"
Both men have just returned from another skirmish with the Scaled Might Tribe of lizardfolk, who for the past three weeks really been making more of a nuisance of themselves outside of town than usual. The Scaled Might had always been a problem, but this was getting ridiculous… three straight weeks of attacks. Granted this has pleased Dhelleck because it’s brought in extra gold to the Finder’s Guild coffers for every bounty hunter that Magistrate ir’Fischer has hired to help, but it’s becoming quite a concern for all townsfolk involved.
Dhelleck d‘Tharashk looks at both men. "So it’s getting worse, eh? Not surprising. Been getting reports from the Watchmen that the marshland to the south has been teeming with the blighters. Been good for business, though" he smirks to himself. "By the way, good job on finding this" he nods to the dragonshard on the desk. "Haven’t had much of a chance to get more of these things since the attacks started. I’ve got Dubbin out there on the northside hill scrounging for them, but he’s just one man. You said you found this actually ON one of the lizards?"