The Black Citadel
You grab a wooden bowl from the table and help yourself to the stew. You don't recognise the meat but it tastes good (add 1 mana point). Just as you finish, a large man shoves open the door and walks in, he bellows.
"Who the hell are you eating my food!"
"I'm a hungry adventurer," you reply, "... and by the way, the stew isn't too bad at all."
The man has a large red beard and whips of grey in his red-brown hair. He seems pleased that you complimented him on his cooking.
"So what's ya name and what are you doing here trudging about my part of the wood?" he says, "I haven't had a visitor here in about, lets see, about half a year now."
The man seems welcoming and isn't about to throw you out for stealing his food. He puts down his axe and firewood and sits at the table with you.
You introduce yourself and speak for a while, though only giving minor details about why you're in Darkwood and never about your true purpose.
The man says his name is Dauron and he tells you about his past and his life here in Darkwood.
"Ya know," he mumbles, "stay away from the folk up in the cursed village further along the path, can't trust em', the lot ov' em'. I lived there for half my life before they banished me, they did. Blamed me for murderin' someone and stealin' a whole bunch of stuff. I never did nothin'. Can't trust em', slimy scoundrels. Can't never go back again, they'd stone me, they would, never did fit in their anyway, it really is better ere' ya' know."
Dauron drifts off into silence and stares into the fire.
Did you talk to Rhiranyth earlier?
"Who the hell are you eating my food!"
"I'm a hungry adventurer," you reply, "... and by the way, the stew isn't too bad at all."
The man has a large red beard and whips of grey in his red-brown hair. He seems pleased that you complimented him on his cooking.
"So what's ya name and what are you doing here trudging about my part of the wood?" he says, "I haven't had a visitor here in about, lets see, about half a year now."
The man seems welcoming and isn't about to throw you out for stealing his food. He puts down his axe and firewood and sits at the table with you.
You introduce yourself and speak for a while, though only giving minor details about why you're in Darkwood and never about your true purpose.
The man says his name is Dauron and he tells you about his past and his life here in Darkwood.
"Ya know," he mumbles, "stay away from the folk up in the cursed village further along the path, can't trust em', the lot ov' em'. I lived there for half my life before they banished me, they did. Blamed me for murderin' someone and stealin' a whole bunch of stuff. I never did nothin'. Can't trust em', slimy scoundrels. Can't never go back again, they'd stone me, they would, never did fit in their anyway, it really is better ere' ya' know."
Dauron drifts off into silence and stares into the fire.
Did you talk to Rhiranyth earlier?