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The mentioned servant may have engaged in the conversation with a certain brass disciple, who frequents Mayfields so often one of the bar stools may already be named after him.
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A certain dwarven ranger that obviously doesnt come to the city often is seen lately at Mayfields, drinking his money away, as he has been for the last few days. The servant described before may have engaged in a conversation with said dwarf, proved there was beer in the table...
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A message is left on the public boards of Kohlingen, Cordor and Bendir Dale
While returning to Cordor from a hunt, Arye see's the notice and tilts her head. "I can cook... And I can certainly do guard duty." Arye seems to make up her mind and during the course of the day she packs her bags. Soon enough she can be seen leaving Cordor by way of ship and sails for Kohlingen. She gets a room and then sets to preparing her application. The document lists her rather intimate knowledge of cooking as well as her jaunts into the wilderness helping the guards of Cordor with certain issues they have been having in the surrounding areas. Once complete she makes for Mayfields where she would leave her application with the barkeep. The application is addressed to Heldrin as indicated.
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When Ania heads out from Kohlingen on some days, she eyes the elderly man as she passes. Her gaze is sometimes hidden by the mask she wears but when unadorned, her expression is one of distrust.
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*A blue clad, blooded woman carrying a pair of short swords and accompanied by a disgruntled, possibly rabid, badger would pass through the area. She'd stop to survey the scene before enquiring with whoever looked in charge if all was well and what was happening... out of mild curiousity and concern for the local wildlife. All the while the animal with her would snap and snarl at any rain which dared fall its way... and it usually rained out that way.*
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Joined: 22 Jul 2015 Location: Lincolnshire, United Kingdom
*After a short conversation the ranger would thank them for their time and bid them good day though not before warning them about local bandits and requesting that they be mindful of the wildlife which has made this place its home long before any of them had set foot here.
She'd then continue up the road, badger in tow... once far enough away the badger would be released to its own business as the ranger disappeared into a portal, to place unknown.
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