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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dursk Starkfire" data-source="post: 698134" data-attributes="member: 7561">THE FORTUNATE GUARDIAN:It was in the town of Tentras that fate had led me, for I had no legitimate destination in mind but to follow each step I took. The journey was surprisingly short, and thankfully, without strife. It was utter splendour, greater than I had ever imagined, having never set foot within the walls of a city in my short lifetime. The structure, the throngs of people, and all of the confusion and bustle that teemed around every corner; there was little I could do to obscure my obvious displacement. But perhaps it would be my trusting nature that would be my saving grace.I made my way through the throngs, unsure of what I was looking for, until it struck me, like a flash of lightning searing the earth. The sign glowed with a majestic assurance, as if it had been placed in this tiny square of Oerth only for the purpose to reaffirm my path. The Lion's Head Pub. It is suprising how dear, mementos of one's home can be, especially considering when one has no true fixed home. For the lion was the symbol of our tribe, an apostle of courage to our children, and an ambition of valiance for the elders. ------------------------------------------------"Let me buy you a drink, traveller. Saradoc LittleLeaf, at yer service." The half-man wiggled through the crowd, and propped himself up on a barstool next to the disheveled Ishmael. "It looks like yer new to this here area." A peculiar little man, the likes that Ishmael had never set eye upon, which made him all the more intriguing. "Well, thank you good sir. It is always a pleasure to have such...," but before Ishmael could finish, he was abruptly interrupted. A towering man stood over his shoulder, and firmly gripped the halfling by the scruff of his neck, lifting him a good foot off of the stool. "Excuse me, but I couldn't help but notice the half-pike tryin' to tip ya a drink with your own coin..." interjected the unnamed guardian. "This pricklin' dog would have looted you of your self-esteem had he more time. Fortunate for you.""It wasn't meeee!!!" squirmed the halfing, clawing at his captors' grip. "I've no need for a silly fan, anyway!""I've no time for such misdeeds, especially in a house of thieves. Return his goods, and be on your way." The halfling had little hesitance complying with the order, promptly leaving to escape the eerie silence that had crept around the three."The name is Perrens. And you're welcome." offering a hand and nodding in the direction of a table off to the corner of the musty bar. "You're obviously unaware that this tavern is frequented by the local thieves guild. So, what brings you here?""A quest. I search for a lost artifact, but have no idea of even where to begin my search," was all that Ishmael could offer. For even his own voice resonated with uncertainty. It was quite daunting to not be able to understand one's own burden."Well, I'm no foppin' loremaster, but I imagine if you were looking for one, it would be best to travel to Silverymoon." Perrens lets out a quirky chuckle to finish the sentence. "Which would probably be a good four months journey from here. Let me introduce you to my employer. This is Master Jonrad, a local merchant and spice keeper. Jonrad, this is, err, ...""Ishmael, son of Il'kiir.""Well, Ishmael. If Silverymoon is in your path, you indeed have a long journey before you. But in the meantime, there's drink at the table, and mugs to be emptied." It was as fine an invitation that Ismael had received in many a moon. The beverages flowed throughout the night, and soon the three had built a great comraderie.</blockquote>

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