>>6066175>>6066180>>6066230>>6066235>2 Passes = With sharp eyes and ears Bormin is able to find out where these low lives lurk. All that remains is to gather the men and take them in.The proprietor of the Drowning Zora Ale House surveys his domain from behind the bar. Business had been good lately, the stress of recent events had brought many people to his establishment to drink, play dice, and to forget about the world in general. Money, booze, and laughter had been flowing freely through the place making him quite the bundle. Money like that needed to be reinvested, he thought to himself as he idly wiped down a mug. Maybe some more tables and chairs, perhaps a few imported brews, or maybe even expanding this place. Knock down that wall there and make room for more customers.
Lost in thought, the owner almost doesn’t notice the door open to admit another customer. Dismissing thoughts of expansion, the owner shifts down to serve the newcomer as he takes a seat. “Welcome to the Drowning Zora, what can I get you?”
“A cup of water, and something to eat.” The stranger wheezes as he pulls his hood back to reveal the face of an old man.
The owner returns with the old man’s cup of water, and some bread and cheese. Normally that would be all there was to it, but something bids him to speak with this old man. “Begging your pardon master, but what’s an old man like you doing all the way out here?”
The old man takes a big drink from his cup, beads of sweat trace trails in the dirt on his face as they race down his temples. Setting the cup down with a satisfied sigh, the old man answers “I’m going to see my nephew’s family over by the eastern sea.”
“All by yourself? At your age? Er, sorry master I shouldn’t be prying so.” The owner says realizing his nosiness.
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