The Courier

“Ey will ya lemmeh down from here?”

The troll yells at you, almost more exhausted than angry. His dark blue skin is slowly turning light blue like the bright sky that serves as his backdrop while he dangles in the air, one foot caught in the snare that pulled him into the tree.

“Can’t cut through this damn thing, what the hell’s it made of?

Of course he couldn’t cut through Pallossian Steel Wire. Nothing cuts through Pallossian Steel Wire.

“Oi’ve got a letta for ya, seems real important”

He waves around the letter he is holding in his other hand. You grab the letter.

To: Xkhaakthr, former property of Sekjar

17° 9’ N, 29° 27’ E, Small Island with two buildings.

It bears a purple wax seal, displaying a symbol consisting of a pickaxe and the name “GIAOM”. You open the letter.

Greetings.

''There are winds stirring in Gamulat that many a man would consider the breath leaving an old man's throat as he tells his last fairy tale to his grandchildren. These winds are blowing not only through the desolate forests but also through our mines, trade routes and perhaps even our very city. The details of these winds are not to be disclosed in a mere letter, doing so would also assume that you are a creature that cares for such tales. Just know that this is no ordinary request. We are starting to run short on manpower as well as strategic minds to lead operations. From all accounts that have been brought to me, you can do both these things as well as stick to the task for the right amount of coin. Just know that whatever your price may be, we will pay it, should you do the job we expect of you. Enclosed you will find a ticket that takes you from Bloodsport to Greywind’s Landing, any costs for your travel to Bloodsport we can weigh up once you arrive. We hope that you treat this request with utmost urgency and we shall see you soon.''

Richard Chister, Gamulat Iron and Other Materials

“Ya done? Will ya let me down now?”