Hello Good sirs and fair ladies (even if the existence of women on the uncharted expanses of the internet has only been heard by us by tales and myths), Local Lord Quest is back after a period of absence. Where were we ? Ah, yes, of course, our brave Charles was travelling towards Pleasantville, the fief of Count Careless, who had summoned him and lady Takable in his halls after a quarrel with the perfidious baron Crook Wickedson. To accompany them in this dangerous journey, since our protagonists had chosen to take a shortcut through hills full of kobold slavers, the count has sent his second son, Isnott Careless, a young man who reads too much and does not enough exercise. Fortunately they have some brave soldiers and knights with them.

For those who join us now in this glorious journey here are the links towards our next adventures.

>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5085315/ : thread 1
>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5134375/ : thread 2
>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5194246/ : thread 3
>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5314154/ : thread 4
>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5422744/ : thread 5
>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5481110/ : thread 6

If you have questions do not hesitate to ask good sirs, I hope the continuation of our adventure will be as enjoyable as it's beginnings.

Before the continuation of our adventures we will, as per tradition, begin with a short prologue. And this time it will be about the turbaned fellows that your visit of the tomb of Leman's brother.


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PROLOGUE :

The cold, he could not get used to the cold, marching was hard, pillaging villages, even if he was a peasant, was not so hard, especially against infidels but the cold, no, how could people live like this ? It was scandalous. Mahmud exclaimed loudly to the three fellows that were near him while trying to extract his foot from a pile of mud.

-The cold... How could the franks live in this cold ! It is the middle of the day... And it is as cold as the night back home.

Saddam, the leader of their group, and the only true soldier among them, if we can call a caravan guard like that, laughed at this, he explained.

-They have their clothing, it is thick and helps them, and see how the franks in the village that we burned were small and fat, and with their beards it protects them from the cold.

The young Salim asked their leader, curious.

-Were they Genoese franks ? My father saw a frank from Genoa one day and if we are back home I would want to ask...

But Saddam cut him.

-No, not Genoese franks, I saw some merchants from there, they are taller than this, and their climate is told to be not this cold... They are maybe franks from far away lands like France and this island, England, or even franks from their Empire.