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<blockquote data-quote="crazy_monkey1956" data-source="post: 4669185" data-attributes="member: 49514">Ezra washes his face with a warm cloth as he ponders his words for a moment.&nbsp; He looks at Estelle through his reflection in the wall mirror.&quot;I look at this face and I see years of strife, war, orc raids.&nbsp; I see years of death.&nbsp; I see a man who's done some terrible things in his life in the name of the greater good.&quot;He sighs heavily and continues, &quot;My scouts report that the orcs are withdrawing from the mountain caves, moving into the steppes.&nbsp; The last time they did that, the House of Lords celebrated because they thought it meant an end to the orc raids, that we'd finally beaten them back.&nbsp; A year later, the Shadow War began.&nbsp; The orcs are gathering an army again.&nbsp; Hopefully this time the House of Lords will heed my warning, but with the tournaments starting tomorrow, I have no hope of that.&quot;He turns around and looks at Estelle carefully, &quot;I don't know what sort of person you are.&nbsp; I can tell by looking at you that you're not a typical messenger.&nbsp; Probably an adventurer.&nbsp; Well, I'm about to ask you to be a messenger one more time.&quot;&quot;My son, Jannus, can't handle a war.&nbsp; He doesn't have it in him.&nbsp; Pirren, honorable fool that he is, takes his duty entirely too seriously and refuses to compete.&nbsp; Go to the Gentle Repose in the Candle District.&nbsp; You'll find an ugly old half-orc mercenary there, named Voorg.&nbsp; Tell him its raining in Vedlund.&nbsp; He'll know what you're talking about.&quot;He sits on the edge of the bed to pull his boots on, but instead puts his head in his hand, the weight of his decision and current events proving too much for him, at least for the moment.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="crazy_monkey1956, post: 4669185, member: 49514"] Ezra washes his face with a warm cloth as he ponders his words for a moment. He looks at Estelle through his reflection in the wall mirror. "I look at this face and I see years of strife, war, orc raids. I see years of death. I see a man who's done some terrible things in his life in the name of the greater good." He sighs heavily and continues, "My scouts report that the orcs are withdrawing from the mountain caves, moving into the steppes. The last time they did that, the House of Lords celebrated because they thought it meant an end to the orc raids, that we'd finally beaten them back. A year later, the Shadow War began. The orcs are gathering an army again. Hopefully this time the House of Lords will heed my warning, but with the tournaments starting tomorrow, I have no hope of that." He turns around and looks at Estelle carefully, "I don't know what sort of person you are. I can tell by looking at you that you're not a typical messenger. Probably an adventurer. Well, I'm about to ask you to be a messenger one more time." "My son, Jannus, can't handle a war. He doesn't have it in him. Pirren, honorable fool that he is, takes his duty entirely too seriously and refuses to compete. Go to the Gentle Repose in the Candle District. You'll find an ugly old half-orc mercenary there, named Voorg. Tell him its raining in Vedlund. He'll know what you're talking about." He sits on the edge of the bed to pull his boots on, but instead puts his head in his hand, the weight of his decision and current events proving too much for him, at least for the moment. [/QUOTE]

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