The Journey

The sound of a lute being played by novice hands. A tankard of ale hitting a hard oakwood table.  Laughter and chatter in the backdrop. A man speaking in a northern accent.

The Iron Tankard Inn. A seedy tavern located within the busy city of Waterdeep. This is where our journey begins.


Chapter: 1. The Assembly.

"So you'd like to be a caravan escort?" says the man in a northern accent, sitting at the table between two other men enjoing a tankard of ale each. "Indeed I would." replies Reylon, a slender half-elf dressed in long robes. "Bjorn, this fella looks like he'd be better off escorting a cart of books to the nearest library, not the kind of travel we have a head of us." Whispers a man sitting by the table, Bjorn seems to not pay much attention to his companions input. "I am Bjorn Steelstrike, and these are my companinons, Dürgen and Jürgen." Says the man sitting in the middle. "We'd like to ask you a couple of questions if you don't mind?". Reylon with a slight smirk on his face nods along, thinking to himself that people tend to underestimate him for his slender physic, but he is a wizard afterall, and who needs brawn when they have a mind like his. "Tell me, can you ride a horse?" Bjorn asks. Reylon begins telling a tale of his younger days when he once rode a horse. But before he can finish his intricate tale and conclude his answer to Bjorn's otherwise simple question. He is interrupted by a large man standing over two meters tall approaching Bjorn's table, having to slightly duck his head to not hit the catwalk above. "We don't have time for your life long tale, elf." he says as he slams down his tankard of ale on the table. The large man is in fact a Goliath, a half-giant. As he takes a seat he proclaims in a booming voice "I am Olav Grim, and I 'eard you fellas where looking for a caravan escort.". Dürgen leans over to Bjorn again whispering "This is more like it." With a stern facial expression Bjorn looks over the man before quickly asking "Can you ride a horse?." Olav smiles, his face turning into a large grin "If it's big enough". "You're hired" Bjorn quickly replies, before peering back at Reylon which is still standing by the table, with his smirk now turned into a slight frown seeming a bit frustrated with the interruption. "Now tell me, I see you wearing a mark of the Mages guild, are you some sort of Wizard?" Bjorn asks. "Indeed, I am!" replies Reylon.