HEROIC REALMS

Hanz sat at a table, silently pondering the events of last moon. (Quiet? Thinking? Gasp!) He laid out infront of him everything he knew, not written on paper but crudly drawn in what could be considered the shorthand of a mad artist. Strange pictures dotted tiny pieces of paper, and he was moving them all around the table, forming a strange web of pictures each attempting to connect with each other.

"None of it makes sense, I am missing too much information." He finally whispered tp himself. He had apparently arranged almost all of the bits, with gaps in certan places, more than likely to represent what he did not know. "Too much missing, too many secrets, too many wildcards, and too many damnable events that make no sense." He finally growled.

"There is something more going on that I dont know, and I am going to get some answers one way or another." He finally said before grabbing his mace, sheild and pickaxe. "Oro, if the constable asks, I am out on patrol. And and could you post a message on the board for Drowsbane's owner. The silver teeth cappings he wanted are finished."

He left grumbling, "Maybe I should just mine instead.... No..... I seem to be the only one that still actually patrols these areas." He headed towards Dark entry road to deal with any stray bandits he could vent his fustration on.

Orogom had been busy organizing the stock room and tapping the appropriate kegs when Hanz spoke. Poking his head out, he replies, "Cedrin? He usually shows up around once a moon...usually around the same time that we get the influx of new people who come in looking for treasure and adventure. I think he's hoping that one of them will join his business so he can move from cat-catching to actually being a mercenary-for-hire."

As he says this, he comes out from the back room and looks over Hanz' shoulder, trying to decipher the crude pictures. "What are you working on? Maybe I can fill in a few blanks here?"