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They seek, so the world tells. Few can see there are signs and even fewer those who know the sign's meaning. Within those none know the meaning of but two, and the rest are a mystery. A rich reward awaits any who would aid an expedition seeking to follow the signs. Be warned, this will be incredibly dangerous, so do not seek me if you will not risk your life.
Signed, Sari'na.

P.S., meet me outside the city of Surbid, in an inn called the Hairy Frog.

Large, snow capped mountains surround a high walled city of stone, like a basin of knowledge. The city is Surbid, ancient as it is cold, a large wood shingled roof stands in view in the surrounding expanse of wide open frosted grasslands, part of the large castle Brinda'aris, a place of magic.

A worn, white stone road leads to city, and may places farther. Off of the road a dirt path leads to a long wooden cottage, a place many travelers used to rest during their adventures. At the beginning of the path, a small sign hangs, written 'The Hairy Frog', with a depiction of a reddish frog, many black hairs growing upon it's back and mouth.

The time is midday, a harsh biting wind blows, snow is falling quite heavily, hampering travel. Rarely do people use this road, due to it's danger, a beast many locals fear even to speak of. Regardless, a few mercenaries and adventurers have come in search of the master of castle Brinda'aris, in search of promised work. He himself sits in the inn at the bar, drinking deep from a mug of ale.

she was freezing cold in the forest she was walking until she sall a sign that said "the hairy frog" . she looked at the inn and walked to the door walking inside.

Inside was a dim lit room, a bar at the end of it and a fireplace running part of the length. Above the fire hung two large pots, and the room hung with the aroma of cooking herbs, a sweet smell, pleasent on the nose. About the perimeter of the room were wooden tables, halting before the bar. They were cracked and worn, old as the orc who cleaned them and cared for the place.

The door swung open, bringing with the cold air a new visitor. The barkeep paused in his errand of wiping the counter, casting his eyes to the oaken portal.

"Enter, enter! Come forth and dine good friend! Call for aid if so it is needed." He spoke loud, with a friendly smile. His voice was a kind, welcoming one, unlike many of the rather regal or commanding men of this area.

she looked at the guy and smiled as she smelled the air it smelled delicious 'i wonder what that smell is' she thought and sat down at the counter "h-hello" she said shyly

Rose petel walked until she found the inn named hairy frog she had her hoodie on and walked in.

The orc returned his rag to his waist, drawing instead a mug, laying it upon the counter. "Speak the word, lay your coin and my taps shall overfill your mug, what do you thirst for? Fine high elven wine? Strong orcish mead? Dwarven beer? Any of these shall ward the cold better than a cloak of fire cast by a wizard, my word." Said the barkeep, leaning upon the bar. WIth support form his hands, he again spoke, "Perhaps a plate? Smoked meat? A steaming soup?"

While he spoke, a hooded man sat upon a chaur right of the newcomer, mumbling to himself, grinning as well as chuckling occasionally. After a moment, the man stopped, his grin fading. He turned his head, slowly facing the traveler. He growled, showing yellow teeth. "More." He said to her. "More." He repeated, a low shaky voice.

The barkeep was quick to wave it off, speaking again in a quick tongue, almost worried. "He... he dreams! Ignore him!"

The cloaked man pounded his fist upon the bar, swiveling his head to the orc. "A high accusation, I do not dream. My head is clear. More." He scoffed at the man, turning back to his drink.

"Clear as the sky outside, perhaps." Came the orc, anger in his voice. "Sari'na the old, the senile, jeer, as he dreams, they shout in mockey upon the streets." He sighed, returning his gaze to the customer. "You have my apologies." He said, voice like normal.

The door swung open again, a new visitor entering. "Eat, drink and be merry!" Called the orc.

"do you have any tea" she asked handing the bartender a coin

Rose petel puts a coin down. "Do you have any tea" she asked

she looked at rose and giggled

The man nodded. "A moment." He strode to the fire, pouring from a steel pot of boiling water.

As his task was carried out, the man in the hood turned to the first visitor. He exhaled deeply, chuckling as he spoke. "What is your name, are you here on my errand? For I am am Sari'na, and I called for warriors to follow me upon an errand."

The orc returned, drawing a teabag from a basket beneath the counter, dipping it into the cup. He set the drink upon the bar. He took both coins, repeating the process.

Rose took her hoodie off. "Is something on my face?" She asked

she looked at the hooded man "my name is moon light and i think i am" she said and grabbed her tea

she then looked at rose "no nothing is" she said

"And the other? Do you come on my errand?" Sari'na questioned the other, suddenly cackling, stopping after a short moment. "Heh."

"I just got a message saying come to hair frog so I would say yes it said it was signed by you" she said. "My name is rose red petal nick name is red" she said

she took a sip of her tea and looked at the bar tender "thank you" she said kindly

Sari'na clapped his hands, standing and cheering. "Hoora!" He sprinted from the room, cheering loudly.

The orc swiftly waved the attention of the two. saying to them, "He is mad." Quietly.

He nodded to Moon Light. "YOu are welcome."

"It seems normal to me" she says. She takes a sip of her tea. "Thanks for the tea
" she said

she looked at sari'na and then the bar tender "does he always do that" she asked

He shook his head, denying it. He then glanced to the door he went through. "Rarely does he move,save to rest and to scream, he is excited." Said the orc.