As night fell on the Imperial city of Wintersarm, Dar walked into an unfamiliar pub. This place was chock full of elves. Red Elves, Dark Elves, Grey Ears and Wood Elves... It was relatively easy for a fair skinned man like him to blend in. Dar had taken a job he would need help on, a treck into old, forgotten elven ruins deep within the nearby forests, and had posted a help-wanted ad on the wall of the tavern.
He walked over to a corner table that was empty and took a seat, dimming the lamp at the table's center to almost a flicker. He awaited service while watching the people come and go from the bar from beneath his hood, hoping to see someone coming his way.
ATTENTION!
WANTED: TWO PEOPLE FOR DEEP WOODS EXPEDITION TO MORINTAL RUINS SEEKING LOST HISTORIAN. REWARD 500,000 GOLD IN ROYAL COIN OR IMPERIAL STAMPED BARS PER-HEAD. ASK BARKEEP FOR DIARMUID DARKTOWER
must be willing to work with vampires
high risk of death due to monsters or deathtraps
must not be afraid of spiders
He walked over to a corner table that was empty and took a seat, dimming the lamp at the table's center to almost a flicker. He awaited service while watching the people come and go from the bar from beneath his hood, hoping to see someone coming his way.
