Chapter 1: Willowdark, a Village Repressed

I suppose it is not fake, no. Hm. They're so quiet. I've never seen anything like this.

I think we stick to the truth, honestly. We hate who's in charge of this country too... that devil that took over is horrific. And we know where one of his higher-ups is, or at least what direction. We know we're under-qualified to deal with him, and want to see if this group was up to the challenge. I'm from Markindale, myself, so I'm hoping that will endear us to them somewhat.

The unknown is, will they let us go once we give them our message. I... I doubt it.

Rixon nods to the Elf as he begins making his way towards the indicated command tent.Kind of you.

It had been a long time since he'd seen Markindale-issued gear up close. Rixon's lips tighten as he forces himself to look away from the armor. He instead looks up to the faces of the men before him, Edwin, Muldinvane, I presume? I'm Rixon. This is Kaio.