The tale begins simply enough, I found myself doing my usual thing, selling quality goods and even finer stories to the fine people of Holborel. A group coming out of the desert caught my eye, or rather the giant bag of goodies they were carrying, but I digress. I introduced myself, offered my services, a relatively distrusting group it seemed, but when it comes to trade, distrust only goes so far, eventually everyone needs a service done.
I find them again at the inn, later on in the evening. We share some drinks, some stories, hopefully a few laughs as well. I always make it a point when first speaking with a potential client not wear my welcome thin, so I excuse myself for the evening. My hopes that that wouldn’t be the last time we met were answered, although perhaps a little too early in the morning. Their need for secrecy and the level of suspicion in their eyes intrigues me, but their gold looks the same color as anyone elses, so business shall be done.
It was going well, a few back and forths of trade, they had some relatively interesting finds from out in the desert; and then there was the blue rock. The blue rock… I curse it for the pain I felt in my hand, but perhaps it was a blessing. I’m a gambler and I understand quite well when fate is casting the die for you; The moment I spoke that word and the rock left its mark on me… I knew the die had been cast. Clearly the other two understood that as well as we made great haste in leaving the inn; imagine my surprise when I found out that I was in the company of thieves, although the stable masters anger probably outweighed my surprise. I think I could’ve maybe difused the situation, but the overly generous human was quick to throw gold at the situation. Oh well, perhaps in time I can make them less likely to throw away their riches… well, to anyone except for me.
Our hasty retreat out of town was cut short but the sight of a Praetorian army on the horizon. I may later regret getting caught up with these two if I end up in a Praetorian cell someday. The townsfolk were kind enough to create a successful diversion for us and we slipped out of town unnoticed. Moons passed, stories were shared; the one called Udo seems to be working on his sword skills with the help of his travelling companion. We were having a good point at this time, I think we were nearing the town of Aethelstan, although I’m not sure anybody has actually told me yet where we’re headed; and then, Praetorians. My concern about my future with a Praetorian cell grows, but not by much as it was a rather small force and none were left alive. This of course led to the discovery that I’m not only traveling with thieves, but cold blooded killers. It adds some irony to their original accusations towards me when we met; It also goes to proove that everyone in this world is at least somewhat a criminal.
I’ll have to stop my story short here, perhaps I can let you hear more the next time we meet, provided you have the coin.