SpectreT
Knight in Tarnished Armor
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It's a warm late Tarsakh day (Middle of Spring), and the caravan you've been guarding these last few tendays is in the queue to enter the port city of Fairhaven, a relatively new city near the Cormyr-Sembia border. It's become a hub of trade for several lands, and the caravan you've been guarding belongs to a shrewd Calishite trader who's been all over The North of late, trading this and that from his homeland, rare and expensive spices, spell components, artworks, and the like. He's going home a very happy man.
"My friends," Abdullah Ben Yousef beams, "You have brought me nothing but the greatest of fortune in this season. You have well earned your pay, and the gratitude of my House."
The Calishite has been very generous, even giving each of you a well-crafted and beautiful weapon of the type you most commonly use in addition to the three hundred golds each for this educational tour of the northlands.
The City Guard of Fairhaven are approving the papers of the traders and farmers traveling to market their goods in the city.
There seems to be some confusion at the gate, as a group of men in white robes begin attacking the Guards at the gate!
"My friends," Abdullah Ben Yousef beams, "You have brought me nothing but the greatest of fortune in this season. You have well earned your pay, and the gratitude of my House."
The Calishite has been very generous, even giving each of you a well-crafted and beautiful weapon of the type you most commonly use in addition to the three hundred golds each for this educational tour of the northlands.
The City Guard of Fairhaven are approving the papers of the traders and farmers traveling to market their goods in the city.
There seems to be some confusion at the gate, as a group of men in white robes begin attacking the Guards at the gate!