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<blockquote data-quote="DarkMaster" data-source="post: 1846318" data-attributes="member: 16362">A very old elf enters the room in which you are waiting, with Morrison. The old elf still has black hair and has difficulty walking. &quot; Hello all, my name is Vr'ranr. He slowly looks around at all of you, examining everyone from head to toe. He scratch his eyes and add &quot;So that's all the Grand Traveller could find me, guess we will have to do it with what we have&quot; He removes his finger from his eyes and continue&quot;As some of you may know the road to the northern villages have become very dangerous. Our merchant are unable to delivers their goods to the nearby villagers. This is causing a great deal of frustration among them. I need you to protect a weapon caravan destined to the local garrison to help them in their fight against the thugs plagging this road. Morrison he adds pointing Morrison &quot;comes from the southern colony and has a great deal of experience with such operations. I want him to lead the operation. We can also sell you some equipment for 1/2 their normal street price to help you in this mission. Obviously a cook will accompagny the caravan so their is no need for food. A middled aged men wearing a finely crafted chain mail enters the room. The is a typical Axyrian tall, fairly dark skin and dark hair. He is carrying a long sword on his right side. &quot;Here is Nadour, he is the leader of the caravan, and for day to day activity you should follow his order&quot;Nadour, salute you with a subtle sign of the head, while nervously playing with the tip of his sword handle. &quot;Any questions ? if not the caravan is outside in front of the temple waiting for you&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="DarkMaster, post: 1846318, member: 16362"] A very old elf enters the room in which you are waiting, with Morrison. The old elf still has black hair and has difficulty walking. [COLOR=grey]" Hello all, my name is Vr'ranr.[/COLOR] He slowly looks around at all of you, examining everyone from head to toe. He scratch his eyes and add [COLOR=grey]"So that's all the Grand Traveller could find me, guess we will have to do it with what we have" [/COLOR] He removes his finger from his eyes and continue [COLOR=grey]"As some of you may know the road to the northern villages have become very dangerous. Our merchant are unable to delivers their goods to the nearby villagers. This is causing a great deal of frustration among them. I need you to protect a weapon caravan destined to the local garrison to help them in their fight against the thugs plagging this road. Morrison [/COLOR] he adds pointing Morrison [COLOR=grey]"comes from the southern colony and has a great deal of experience with such operations. I want him to lead the operation. We can also sell you some equipment for 1/2 their normal street price to help you in this mission. Obviously a cook will accompagny the caravan so their is no need for food. [/COLOR] A middled aged men wearing a finely crafted chain mail enters the room. The is a typical Axyrian tall, fairly dark skin and dark hair. He is carrying a long sword on his right side. [COLOR=grey]"Here is Nadour, he is the leader of the caravan, and for day to day activity you should follow his order"[/COLOR] Nadour, salute you with a subtle sign of the head, while nervously playing with the tip of his sword handle. [COLOR=grey]"Any questions ? if not the caravan is outside in front of the temple waiting for you"[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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