Post by Beriadan on Mar 1, 2023 6:34:04 GMT
The rain fell in fierce sheets, whipped so wild by the frenzied winds that it was near horizontal. It slashed through the small town of Farrington Gully, forcing most of the inhabitants inside to avoid being entirely soaked by the winter storm.
It had been a long journey to reach this place. Months of questioning and following leads, a dozen dead ends and plenty of misplaced trust in folk, but one thread of information had finally lead here, to an insignificant town somewhere on the borders of the Wild Roamings.
It was here, apparently, that a rogue wizard had taken secret refuse. They, apparently, had some key information about sick children being taken from their homes at a young age, though they ran a high price for knowledge.
It was here, apparently, that a rogue wizard had taken secret refuse. They, apparently, had some key information about sick children being taken from their homes at a young age, though they ran a high price for knowledge.
The sign for the Speckled Egret was creaking in the stormy winds, and the doors firmly shut against the rain, but it was a cold night, wet and frigid. It seemed warm inside the tavern, orange light spilling onto the muddy street, nearly a river itself at this stage. Maybe a pint of ale and a hot meal could even lead to answers, in the fulness of time...
