Irman Harefoot
Noct Yaegir
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Irman sat peacefully atop the crumbling wall of a long lost dwarven structure, the name for which he did not know. He was smoking his pipe, and trying to keep his mind off of travel. It had been seven days since he had arrived in herdschlant, a small human village which had claimed a fertile valley for itself in the middle reaches of the Spine. The hope was that another caravan would deign to go through this simple village with need for a guard to help them on the road, but none had come, and Irman's heart had started to beat with wanderlust.
"Auch" huffed Irman, with a puff of smoke "I suppose there's no helping this matter just sitting around waiting, better get myself moving before I don't have a choice in the matter." Irman took to his feet, descending the 30 foot high wall with a series of hops as he held his billhook in one hand and his pipe in the other. Once on the ground Irman started walking into town, muttering himself as he sucked on the tip of his pipe
"The best part of being a caravan guard is not having to worry about food everyday, the bad part is the noise, guess I should have weighed that last group a bit better since now I need a lot of money to buy a bunch of provisions very fast. Not sure I can survive on mountain bugs and stringy birds a second time."
The adventurers guild had a desk at the local tavern, the receptionist there was a young man who had heard the rumors that some kind of rabbit beast man had been staying at the inn the last couple days, but was still surprised to see it walk up to him and flash a gold rank adventurer pin.
"I'm looking for something quick young man," said Irman. "Do you have any requests for monster slaying, or something comparable?" The young receptionist quickly went to search through the records of active postings.
"there is one, sir, but I'm not sure its something a single gold rank adventurer can handle all that easily..."
"That certainly makes it sounds good young man, I'm quite fond of a challenge."
"ok, 'request to thin Highland Hellboar numbers'." Irman gave the young receptionist an inquisitive look.
"ah, hellboars are a monster that appear every now and again on this region of The Spine, they're firebreathing horned pigs the size of full grown bulls."
"quite an apt name in that case."
"very, a large herd of them was spotted in the highlands a couple days ago and while a call was sent to bring in expert monster hunters to deal with the main herd, local adventurers are being paid to deal with straglers that might end up wandering to a farm or settlement. The payout is relatively high since there's a lot of danger involved, but this request has been picked up by numerous guild locations throughout the region so you likely won't be the only person out there doing this."
Irman smiled, tipping his hat as he started for the door. "That sounds perfectly what I had in mind young man, thank you. I'll be heading to the highlands then and will soon be back with enough hellboar horns to make your head spin! Har Har Har!"
"Auch" huffed Irman, with a puff of smoke "I suppose there's no helping this matter just sitting around waiting, better get myself moving before I don't have a choice in the matter." Irman took to his feet, descending the 30 foot high wall with a series of hops as he held his billhook in one hand and his pipe in the other. Once on the ground Irman started walking into town, muttering himself as he sucked on the tip of his pipe
"The best part of being a caravan guard is not having to worry about food everyday, the bad part is the noise, guess I should have weighed that last group a bit better since now I need a lot of money to buy a bunch of provisions very fast. Not sure I can survive on mountain bugs and stringy birds a second time."
The adventurers guild had a desk at the local tavern, the receptionist there was a young man who had heard the rumors that some kind of rabbit beast man had been staying at the inn the last couple days, but was still surprised to see it walk up to him and flash a gold rank adventurer pin.
"I'm looking for something quick young man," said Irman. "Do you have any requests for monster slaying, or something comparable?" The young receptionist quickly went to search through the records of active postings.
"there is one, sir, but I'm not sure its something a single gold rank adventurer can handle all that easily..."
"That certainly makes it sounds good young man, I'm quite fond of a challenge."
"ok, 'request to thin Highland Hellboar numbers'." Irman gave the young receptionist an inquisitive look.
"ah, hellboars are a monster that appear every now and again on this region of The Spine, they're firebreathing horned pigs the size of full grown bulls."
"quite an apt name in that case."
"very, a large herd of them was spotted in the highlands a couple days ago and while a call was sent to bring in expert monster hunters to deal with the main herd, local adventurers are being paid to deal with straglers that might end up wandering to a farm or settlement. The payout is relatively high since there's a lot of danger involved, but this request has been picked up by numerous guild locations throughout the region so you likely won't be the only person out there doing this."
Irman smiled, tipping his hat as he started for the door. "That sounds perfectly what I had in mind young man, thank you. I'll be heading to the highlands then and will soon be back with enough hellboar horns to make your head spin! Har Har Har!"