So there i was minding my own business when Thiala dropped by, she was gathering a team to deal with a potential threat brewing in the swamps to the south. With my mojitos glass dry I agreed to lend a paw
Witness the dark underbelly of mercenary work
After the first day, we returned to the Black Footpad Inn with both a full burlap sack of mugwort, and Wilson, a freshly potted mugwort plant. We enjoyed both a hearty meal, and the satisfying performance of a one Orpheus. A man grieving the loss of his beloved Eurydice. He believes that a satyr called Nacard might know her final resting place. We promised to keep an eye out for the goat man, and turned in for the night.