Session 1: Loadin’ Up the Icebreaker

Emryn nods as Agna mentions the warehouse. "Just take the Dalath's Span" she starts to explain, pointing to the other side of the bridge. "You see that tavern there? That's the One-Eyed Jax. If you turn left and go through the opposite road," she traces the path you have to take with her finger, " it's just after the Seven Sails, before you get to the harbor". You hear the thug that tried to sneak up behind Agna moaning as he rolls around the floor. "I'll have to check my cargo is ready and get it delivered. So I would be going that way" she points, deeper into the southern bank of the city. "Good luck on for travels" she says, before leaving you to it.

You continue your way to the north bank of Luskan, crossing the bridge as suggested by Emryn. As you leave the thug to come to his senses, you notice that the armed men that were standing by, quickly replace you and grab a human, taking him with them.

The One-Eyed Jax is indeed an easy landmark easy to find on the other side of the river. As indicated, you turn away from it, in the direction of the harbor, from where a thick black smoke is rising from the sea. It doesn't take too long for you to notice the crowds gathered around the streets near a strange complex. It has no windows, doors or roof, looking more like an open court filled with white stone pillars, arches and soaring white spires. You hear the cheers and laughs as people race around in light blue garments filled with something heavy rattling underneath. "kiss! kiss! kiss!" The crowd starts to chant in unison as you notice one of the participants climbing a white pillar nearby. Suddenly, the person slips at they try to push themselves the top of the pillar and fall flat on the ground. "oooooo" goes the crowd, imagining the pain of the fall as another person runs past the fallen participant.

The crowd stretches all the way past the Seven Sails inn, and the begging of the next bridge, where another white pillar is found, so finding your way to Luskar Deliverers' warehouse is not complicated. There, the building is easily identifiable by the amount of goods and crates being moved out towards the harbor.

"We’ve been contacted by a number of people throughout Luskan, all of whom have last minute deliveries bound for the north." The half-orc explains as he searches for something on his desk. "So we still have some things to take care of, some parcels to collect." He adds as he grabs a sheet of paper with a list of names. "I have assembled a list of people with packages that we still need to get. If you're in a hurry, and would like to help, we need someone to take them. The payment is split in two. We collected the advance now, which is yours to keep, and then again when the deliveries are completed." Once he makes his proposal, he silently waits for Agna to consider.

The parcelmaster steps back, surprised by Agna's sudden burst. "Well, you know, there's the guild's insurance to..." he takes another look at Agna. Noticing his explanation falls on deaf ears, he tries a slightly different approach "Your services for supplies it is then. As long as no coin changes hands, I'm sure the commendator won't mind if we have a passenger such as yourself." He tentatively shows her his hand, hoping that they can seal the deal.As he does so, he notices two dwarves walking into the warehouse. "Looks like a busy day today. Hey there! You need some help?"