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Message: <blockquote data-quote="semmarin" data-source="post: 1155827" data-attributes="member: 13800">Drakor’s journey to the southern village of Green Hills was due to be a long one, but their peril and call for adventurers was the first news he’d heard during his time in Vanguard Keep of people needing a champion. He aligned himself with some merchants in need of a guard that were going to be traveling near Green Hills and set off on his way. Many long days later the merchants dropped him at the road leading to Green Hills, telling him Green Hills was no more than a half days journey down the road. Drakor thanked the merchants kindly and set off on his way down the road.When Drakor arrived in the village just before dusk he noticed nothing different from this village compared to the dozen others he had seen while traveling as a greenhorn under the tutelage of his uncle. Drakor wearily found his way to the Black Pig Inn after asking directions from a couple of local citizens. Drakor stomped into the tavern his braided black hair and beard having quite a bit of dirt in them and bellied up to the bar asking the bartender for the stoutest mead in stock. He drank the frothy liquid from the stein in one gulp and slammed it back down on the bar hollering at the bartender “Gimme another” as he licked the remnants of the mead from the corners of his mouth “and point me to the inn keeper I be needed quarters for the night.”</blockquote>