Evilhalfling
Adventurer
The unconscious man is young and thin, with skin already weathered. His armor and clothes are ragged, with a belt made of long strands, apparently from a hemp rope. After a while he groans and opens his eyes.
"I’m in the soup for sure, this was such a bad idea. I can’t believe we all followed dead-eye Tom out here.”
He sits up and begins to talk faster:
"Look, we aren’t really bandits, or at least I’m not. Just a man down on his luck. I made a bad farmer, cause I wanted to try new things. My brother got the farm instead. No crafter would take me, and the lords were not at war. So what else was I to do? I thought I could get a little practice from this job, and maybe some better equipment then I could...”
He falls silent, reflecting for a moment then grins.
"What can I do for you?”
"I’m in the soup for sure, this was such a bad idea. I can’t believe we all followed dead-eye Tom out here.”
He sits up and begins to talk faster:
"Look, we aren’t really bandits, or at least I’m not. Just a man down on his luck. I made a bad farmer, cause I wanted to try new things. My brother got the farm instead. No crafter would take me, and the lords were not at war. So what else was I to do? I thought I could get a little practice from this job, and maybe some better equipment then I could...”
He falls silent, reflecting for a moment then grins.
"What can I do for you?”