May 10, 2017 5:04 pm
You find yourself sitting in a tavern at a gambler's table. You've been on a pretty solid winning streak when suddenly the door slams open and a man in a chain shirt and shield steps through. You recognize the tabard draped over his chest. This is a guard of House Bartin, the proprietor of the gambling hall you are in!
He looks your way and walks over, setting a hand on your shoulder.
Fredirick, is it? I think it's time we took a short walk. My employer would like to have a word.
He looks your way and walks over, setting a hand on your shoulder.
Fredirick, is it? I think it's time we took a short walk. My employer would like to have a word.