The barkeep scanned the room and spotted a man at the corner of the tavern. “You come here often friend?” he asked. “Always” retorted the man sitting in the corner. “What’s it to you?” “Oh nothing, we are closing soon is all.” The man stood up and left, using the last bit of his gold in his wallet to pay his tab. “I noticed your wallet is empty sir.” said the barkeep. “Yeah, what of it?” “Nothing, nevermind.” The downtrodden young man left the building and walked down the road. As he turned the corner, he stumbled back as he was bumped into by a running adventurer, obviously not caring for his surroundings. “Sorry-sorry-sorry-sorry, I didn't mean to run into you, I wasn’t watching where I was going” the adventurer apologized profusely. “Watch where you're going kid” grumbled the drunken, young man.
The young man continued on his path to the guild. The ornate Adventure Guild doors swung open with force, the young man strode in. His face was red, with the smell of alcohol wafting off of him. The people surrounding him backed away in disgust, the man continued on his way, disregarding their looks. Finally, he reached the quest board and scanned it over. Apart from the usual quests he did, cleaning barns, herding livestock, slaying low ranked beasts, this was new. On the board of quests a large urgent notification was pasted there, calling anyone to help. Apparently entire villages have been looted and burned, the quest read for adventurers to investigate the cause and destroy it as soon as possible. Suddenly the man heard a voice, “Attention everyone I have an announcement! I, the Guild Master, request all able adventurers to gather at the village of Nor’mad, East of the Kodachrome Kingdom to put an end to those nefarious raiders who have been burning and looting the nearby villages. Anyone who participates in the death of those damn hooligans will be awarded one-hundred silver coins per head. To register please visit the front desk”
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Almost immediately a line had formed in front of the desk, spanning throughout the guild hall and forming past the doors. However at the front of the line was the drunken, young man. He had already decided long before the Guild Master’s announcement that he would be joining. “What is your name sir?” asked the receptionist. “Ryerson, Ryerson Grog.”