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<blockquote data-quote="Rayex" data-source="post: 2863681" data-attributes="member: 15833">Ol' GythaPouring another mug of ale to the barbarian, the tavernkeeper prattles on.&nbsp;&quot;Want to know more of Ol' Gytha? She's a distant cousin. Married to my fathers best friends cousin, she was. He passed away a long time ago, bless his soul, wherever it may be. Gytha couldn't take the pity of her family and moved to Ossington back then. Visited me every now and then, when down here for the faire and such. Apparently she's set up some sort of herb shop out in the forest. Well, Ossington is in the forest, anyway. She use to bring me these lovely ointments for my backpains. I'm not as young as I once was, no doubt 'bout it, and my back is aching in the winter. Now, last winter, we had a lot of visitors! This one group of...&quot;She prattles on for several minutes before she, finally, have to stop and take a deep breath. &quot;Now, about that warlord of yours... Well, I wouldn't know more than what Gytha told me. There is a ghost or a ghoul or some such, haunting an old barrow out there. The barrows are thousands and thousands of years old, she says, and bursting with treasure as well. No man or boy from Ossington dare come close to it though, seeing that the ghost is guarding it and all. Anyway, that is what Gytha told me. Have I told you about Ol' Gytha? She was married to my mothers sisters youngest son, I think it was....&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Rayex, post: 2863681, member: 15833"] [b]Ol' Gytha[/b] Pouring another mug of ale to the barbarian, the tavernkeeper prattles on. [COLOR=Olive]"Want to know more of Ol' Gytha? She's a distant cousin. Married to my fathers best friends cousin, she was. He passed away a long time ago, bless his soul, wherever it may be. Gytha couldn't take the pity of her family and moved to Ossington back then. Visited me every now and then, when down here for the faire and such. Apparently she's set up some sort of herb shop out in the forest. Well, Ossington is in the forest, anyway. She use to bring me these lovely ointments for my backpains. I'm not as young as I once was, no doubt 'bout it, and my back is aching in the winter. Now, last winter, we had a lot of visitors! This one group of..."[/COLOR] She prattles on for several minutes before she, finally, have to stop and take a deep breath. [COLOR=Olive]"Now, about that warlord of yours... Well, I wouldn't know more than what Gytha told me. There is a ghost or a ghoul or some such, haunting an old barrow out there. The barrows are thousands and thousands of years old, she says, and bursting with treasure as well. No man or boy from Ossington dare come close to it though, seeing that the ghost is guarding it and all. Anyway, that is what Gytha told me. Have I told you about Ol' Gytha? She was married to my mothers sisters youngest son, I think it was...."[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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