[color:"#00cccc"]“Thank you for healing me. I’m afraid there is nothing I have to give to you as payment.”
Downs the goblet of mead. “Ah that hit the spot.”
“I used to live in a huge forest called Mithrilla with my parents. Mithrilla is very far from here to the Northwest. My Half-Elf father, Christar Bluefire was once an adventurer that settled down in Mithrilla. During his last adventure, some very old creature whose name is lost to time, cursed my father for trespassing in its sacred territory. Then my father met my Elven mother, Danielith Bluefire. Together they had me as their only child. One day when I was 15, my father died. The curse had killed him; it had taken away all his strength. I was then left with my mother and so I took care of her. One day while I was out chopping wood off a dead tree for a fire, a group of strange people began asking my mother some questions about me. They soon left in anger and I ran to my mother to see what had happened. My mother told me that they were members of a mercenary group called The Blood Ring. They had wanted to take me off my mother’s hands, my mother of course refused. The next day while I was off exploring the forest, my mother was killed.”
Downs another goblet of mead. “That is good stuff, thanks friend.”
“I buried my mother next to my father on a hill near a shady tree. The view up there is breathtaking as you can almost see the whole forest all around you. Members of the Blood Ring came around 5 days later to offer me to join them. There was nothing left for me in Mithrilla, I wanted to leave. I accepted thinking that one day I be strong enough to have revenge on the murderer that killed my mother. 3 years I was with The Blood Ring. Things changed though, The Blood Ring seemed to be more mysterious then I could have imagined. They started to sacrifice animals and I heard screams of men and women. I went to investigate to find out that they were only having sword duels and someone slipped with their weapons. I went out of my tent that night on patrol and overheard 2 drunk men talking of a past successful mission. The mission was the death of my mother. It turns out as I overheard the drunken men talking, they said of higher orders were given of the matter and it was not to be discussed. The drunken men laughed at this, which was their last laugh. I killed them and let them lay as they were. I ran back to my tent and the scariest thing ever, I saw a trail of blood coming from the 2nd in command’s tent. I snuck next to the tent and peered inside. I saw a woman being sacrificed, by 6 hooded cultists with daggers forming a pentagram in blood. I was shocked at what had happened that night; I decided to leave The Blood Ring for good. I snuck back to my tent and packed whatever I could carry and not hinder me the most in movement. I left that night heading southeast.”
Stares into his empty goblet.
“The Blood Ring has been following me for 3 miserable years. I fought some of them recently, an advance guard I think.”
Looks up some sort of relief.
“That is my story, but who are all of you and what business do you have in this town. What has been going on around here?”
Stare into Womble’s eyes, “I am no spy.”
