30 Kythorn by the Reckoning of the Dales
It's a warm night on the last evening in the month of Kythorn. The smells of mead and spiced food permeate the air of the Old Skull Inn in Shadowdale. The members of the Remnants of Order tarry in the Inn's common room, which has become a regular practice for them of late when they're not out of town on some dangerous errand. Their new friend, Swift Elyan, points to a group of newcomers that enter the Inn.
"They look like trouble," she says over her ale. It's an odd comment for the halfling to make. The men that enter the Inn do not wear any armor. They are clad in dusty traveling clothes, having obviously spent many days in the saddle before stopping at the Old Skull Inn. They carry only rudimentary weapons - daggers and knives. It's their demeanor, however, that brings a momentary silence to the Inn's common room as they enter. These five men are battle-scarred and rough-looking. While they do not carry any overt weapons, their movements and muscular bodies indicate they could all ably wield one.
"Wouldn't want to meet them in a dark alley," Swift jokes. The visitors survey the Inn until they find a table that can accommodate them. The din of the room returns to normal as folks get back to their conversations and the Inn's servants begin moving around tables again.
One of the newcomers makes eye contact with you and a startling realization takes hold: he is the Zhentarim soldier whose life you spared outside of Dagger Falls two months ago. He whispers to his companions. They make surreptitious glances at your table.
Then, the soldier who owes you his life rises from his seat, grimly looking in your direction, and begins to walk over...
It's a warm night on the last evening in the month of Kythorn. The smells of mead and spiced food permeate the air of the Old Skull Inn in Shadowdale. The members of the Remnants of Order tarry in the Inn's common room, which has become a regular practice for them of late when they're not out of town on some dangerous errand. Their new friend, Swift Elyan, points to a group of newcomers that enter the Inn.
"They look like trouble," she says over her ale. It's an odd comment for the halfling to make. The men that enter the Inn do not wear any armor. They are clad in dusty traveling clothes, having obviously spent many days in the saddle before stopping at the Old Skull Inn. They carry only rudimentary weapons - daggers and knives. It's their demeanor, however, that brings a momentary silence to the Inn's common room as they enter. These five men are battle-scarred and rough-looking. While they do not carry any overt weapons, their movements and muscular bodies indicate they could all ably wield one.
"Wouldn't want to meet them in a dark alley," Swift jokes. The visitors survey the Inn until they find a table that can accommodate them. The din of the room returns to normal as folks get back to their conversations and the Inn's servants begin moving around tables again.
One of the newcomers makes eye contact with you and a startling realization takes hold: he is the Zhentarim soldier whose life you spared outside of Dagger Falls two months ago. He whispers to his companions. They make surreptitious glances at your table.
Then, the soldier who owes you his life rises from his seat, grimly looking in your direction, and begins to walk over...
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