In The Righteous Goat Tavern, located in the outer city of Alliria was Heskan Noscales. He sat by himself in the back corner of the tavern idly spinning a wooden spoon in a bowl of lukewarm porridge. He had spent almost all of his coin fleeing here from his old monastery in the Taagi Baar Steppes, and just now he was spinning a spoon in the last of it.
"I see they serve the same slop all over Arethil." He muttered to himself, Heskan slowly raised his head up looking all over the tavern for something he could do. Maybe he could put his skills to the test and slay a beast, or better yet save a princess from a callous evil dragon. Those always happened in the stories the old Komodi told him when he was a boy. He picked up his bowl and approached the barkeep. He placed the bowl on the bar and beckoned the barkeep over.
"Excuse me sir, I was wondering where a fine warrior such as myself could find work? Maybe your princess was captured and sent to another castle by an evil beast of sorts."
The barkeep blinked and blinked again waiting for Heskan to smile or laugh, but when the man with the strange dragon scale tattoos did neither of those things he sighed and muttered.
"Why do always the crazy ones always come here, ok how about this...there is a savage beast outside causing a ruckus with some of my regulars, how about you go out there and make sure that they settle down mhm?"
Heskan smiled and pounded the bar in excitement. This was what he was talking about, no man or beast could stand in the way of an Ioth Ir and their target. He tightened his leather bracers and headed out toward the door and sure enough, he heard a large commotion coming from out front.
"Don't you worry sir!, I'll take care of this!"
He pushed the doors open and slowly stepped out turning his head the loud disturbance.
"I see they serve the same slop all over Arethil." He muttered to himself, Heskan slowly raised his head up looking all over the tavern for something he could do. Maybe he could put his skills to the test and slay a beast, or better yet save a princess from a callous evil dragon. Those always happened in the stories the old Komodi told him when he was a boy. He picked up his bowl and approached the barkeep. He placed the bowl on the bar and beckoned the barkeep over.
"Excuse me sir, I was wondering where a fine warrior such as myself could find work? Maybe your princess was captured and sent to another castle by an evil beast of sorts."
The barkeep blinked and blinked again waiting for Heskan to smile or laugh, but when the man with the strange dragon scale tattoos did neither of those things he sighed and muttered.
"Why do always the crazy ones always come here, ok how about this...there is a savage beast outside causing a ruckus with some of my regulars, how about you go out there and make sure that they settle down mhm?"
Heskan smiled and pounded the bar in excitement. This was what he was talking about, no man or beast could stand in the way of an Ioth Ir and their target. He tightened his leather bracers and headed out toward the door and sure enough, he heard a large commotion coming from out front.
"Don't you worry sir!, I'll take care of this!"
He pushed the doors open and slowly stepped out turning his head the loud disturbance.