"The Order," the old man grumbles quitely, pleased that someone is listening. "The Order, an ancient cult that has been around since the fall of the Black Legion, has been stalking around these lands again. Just to th North are odd lights during the New Moon, to the north is an old Black legion Keep. I heard Calvus, Captain of this White Lion guard here in town, is looking for help to stop the murders, just last night there were three bodies found, drained of blood! At last, I must hold my peace, for the hour is late and they may be watching." He gets up and stumbles towards the door, a pile of gold coins sit infront of his seat. The bartender quickly sweeps them into his apron with his hairy arms.