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(note i am only saying that i am hope becuse i am actualy all the forces of nature and npcs in this rp but here is the setting) the tavern smelled of old wood and mold the crowd was roaring and throwing ale everywhere

(Do we just start off from your description?)

(yes)

I walked into the tavern and sat down at a table with my eyes closed.

a strange man whering fine brown robes stared at you waiting for somehting

I stand from seat at the bar and scan the crowd.

the crowd consists of commoners, brawlers and one man who is satring at you

I walked over to the man."Are you that scientist guy?"

Vallus was sitting near the back of the tavern with his huge plated titan body taking up a fourth of the round table he sat at. The giant metal man had his shield laying on his back strapped around his chest and his great sword sitting in it's dark leather wrapped hilt on his hip. He did not drink or eat, he just sat watching as the others made noise and cheered and made shenanigans with each other. His great sword was made of a black steel and so was his shield, but his shield had the head of a dragon engraved into it's front base. His armor resonated a copper glow but was made out of a similar steel as his weapons and his helmet covered his entire head none of his face was shown. Sitting there he growled as the noise around him seemed to grow in his ears.

"yes yes" the man said exitedly "i have called you hear for a ver important reason" "come we must talk in privet"

I sidle through the crowd to get a better vantage point on the fidgety man in the robes.

the man looks at you and beckons you over

I approach calmly.

I nodded and adjusted my sleeveless coat."Alright lead the way."

he pulls you over and gives you the info he has heard "you realize that a tirrible plegue is amoung us however i have found a cure on a very large island comeyou mus prepare i would go myself but alas i am too weak to fight off the monsters"

Vallus stands up spotting the man in robes he begins slowly walking over. The air around him feeling cold and violent there was no sense of heroism within this man only destruction. His fists clenching and his armor clanging together as he walked he kept slowly approaching the robed person. Moving through the crowd pushing aside person after person to clear his path towards what he was spotting.

"Where is this island? And what is the cure?"

the mans eyes darted around "quickly you must go at once"

(gtg see you tommarow)

(Goodbye)