It was said that he came from another land. One of towers that once pierced the sky, one of weapons that flung fire, one that was destroyed long before he came here. Some believed these tales, some believed they were folklore made up to make you fear the traveling mercenary. Many did and most were right too.

"Tell me now, goose dung, why we here?" Dreg Und-Murr the Stalwart dwarf said bashing his hands on the old and ale soaked long table. He had been sitting in the tavern known as Black Thorn for, by his estimations,  three long hours. A dwarf can endure much, but a long wait, especially at a tavern is too much. He had been one of the first to arrive, after getting an oddly cryptic letter as he came back from the battlefield along the coast line of the Shaded Mountains. A small army of Orcs believed they could put down roots near the sacred mountains and Und-Murr clan showed why it was a bad idea.

"Give it some more time, Dreg. He will be here soon enough." Sable Tungwreth, the one Dreg found when he entered the Black Thorn answered. A soft spoken human, something that Dreg was no fan of. The man had long scars along his face, something Dreg was always fond of.

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"But why would he call all of us here? The middle of know where in the Mid-Plains?" Another spoke up. One of two Half Elf twins that sat at the table. Both were identical in everyway, except for their choice in clothing. The one who spoke up wore a tan leather jerkin with a undershirt with sleeves reached over his hands slightly. He was much more ragged looking that his identical counterpart whom wore a more kindly shining cuirass above a worn padded doublet. These twins were the Crywinn twins. The one who spoke was called Tarvus and was known as the more jolly and charming of the two while his brother Warren was known as his brother's keeper.

"It isn't my place to answer, for him. All he asked me to do was be here, same as the rest of ya'" Sable answered growing progressively annoyed with the muttering of Dregs in the beside him. "Will ya' pipe down and have another Ale?"

"I ain't having another, 'nothin! I'll see the lot of ya' on the road!" Dreg said as he quickly hopped off his chair and grabbed his bag. "Or maybe I wont, might be next time I stop by all of ya's will be skeletons!"

"I wouldn't walk out on Mr.Gunkrate if I were you." Tarvus answered timidly.

"What would you two's know 'bout it?"

"We've met him 'fore, he ain't someone you wanna piss off."