
King without Land |

The party sits at a disheveled tavern in the run down part of the the city of Restov. The group was rag tag, and even in this place filled with half-orcs and other commonly seen untouchables the group stood out. The doors opened and the city guard entered into the tavern causing all talking in the place to come to a halt. The lead guard walked to the counter and leaned in to speak with the bartender.
After a few moments the Bartender pointed to the party and clearly was saying 'That's them' to the guard. The guard stood up, slide a few coins across the counter and turned to his men gesturing to the group. The guards moved to the party's tables. “Did you put in a bid for the outing into the stolen lands?” the lead guard asked pulling a roll of paper from his bag. He proceeded to lay it before the party unrolling it and tagging it down on the top with a small knife to small to be a dagger more like a letter opener.
On the scroll of paper would be each of their names, printed first and then signed. The official header came from the Lord Mayor's office and the script below that was the pitch for the outing into the Stolen Lands, a common sight in these parts as the Lord Mayor seemed to always need adventurers to try and explore the dangerous area.
“Your bid had been accepted, you will meet with the Lord Mayor tomorrow at noon at the gates of Restov for your briefing and departure.” The guard said as he pulled the knife out and rolled it back up. “Good day to you...” He said his tone showed he didn't exactly like dealing with this bunch, they where not the standard affair of Bastard Lords and Merchant Sons, these where people you normally didn't send on missions unless of course, you didn't expect them back.
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