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On dried and crumpled parchment, a crudely scribed note is delivered. Oh, sad days! Sarrats homeless and wandering once again! Shall Sarrat never have a place to call his own? What will he do? Oh, but Sarrat has friends. The Ruby Prince may have abandoned Sarrat, but he is not lost. Not Sarrat, he has Amenopheus and he will take care of Sarrat. Sarrat will find your desires, great Sapphire Sage. Quietly I will go, help the Pathfinders and keep my crafty eyes open for others of your ilk. -S
"Pthsst....pthssst!" A voice is heard from the shadows behind a locked grate covering the low runoff tunnel that serves as the sewer for the local jail. Suddenly, bright, crystal red eyes appear in the darkness. "Pthsst! Mista', please, I need assistance. Those little metal straps, by that dwarf's forge...right there by your feet. Please kick it over here...I need just one, please!" Alarmed yelling is suddenly heard from inside the jail, followed by many sets of scuffling feet, sounding if a group is running through the jail. Sarrat's scaly hand shoots from the grate, rattling the large lock holding the grate closed, a long finger pointing frantically towards the small pile of discarded metal pieces. "Pleasssse, just one! I will be in your debt! My skills...they are renowned. Surely, I could be use to you?" Sarrat pleads. "Just kick one to me and keep walking...I will find you, I promise." ----------------- If you so choose to assist this lowly Tiefling, the young rogue's services will be yours for this adventure. |
