The Golden Trumpet is run by a family of Elves, one of the main adventurers inn's in Lotan city.

Apprentice Bruga washed up the dishes while his master, Wrodan Nimblefingers—dwarven locksmith—relaxed with his pipe. It's a good evening for a walk, Wrodan said let's stroll to The Golden Trumpet. On the way Wrodan observed You're seeming restless lately, Bruga. The apprentice made no reply. Wrodan went on ummh...youth...I remember Oh, and I'm buying. That last did elicit a smile.

One in the common room, the locksmith took his customary seat by the fire while Bruga wandered over to the bulletin board.

  It  had been a few days  since Kree left the Village. It was the Bursting point  of a few days of arguing and disagreement between Kree, His  father  and His  Uncle. The Elder brother Fri  just shook his head. Fri was in mind of defense rather then Offense, and he  and Kree often butted heads when it  came  time  to hunt  slavers  or bandits , orcs...or whatever  was haunting the  area  around thier village.

  Kree's  Father, Krell. Gave Up, wished his  son Luck, and let himgo...the  elf was a good 500 yards  away from the Village  when his Uncle  stepped onto the path...You are more  then a bit Headstrong. You get that from your Mother..I am thinking... his  smile was a bit sad as he spoke,  Take  this...it  will serve you better then  the one you carry now. I will take yours...it was mine, and your Grandfather's  before  me..gods only know how many foes it brought  down...I will look forward to adding your Kills to the totem, when you return...

  TAking  the Blackwood  bow, Kree handed over his own. He had  seen Inthail use  the bow, and was in awe that he held it in his  hands,  Thank you..Uncle..I...I will try to add to its glory...

  Inthail gave his nephew a hug, Go now...make the RAzorhawk clan proud...and bear no ill will to your father, or brother. They have to think of the Village...its  the yonger  siblings...such as us..that make  the foe atone  for thier evil..aye.?"

 Smiling, Kree nodded, Inthail  face hardened just a bit  as he added,Make them pay for the death of my sister...your Mother. And seek your sister if you are able...The  rest of  the Hunters will seek the same...

  two days   of running the forest, brought the elf  to The Golden Trumpet. He was a bit tired  and fancied  a hot meal. All his trails ran cold, he needed to think on what to do now. Walking into to the Inn, he looked for a seat by the fire, But  the Dwarven Locksmith already had it. He motioned to the server  girl who smiled at her, he took a seat at a smaller table  near the fire, but not close enough to bother  the dwarf.

The dwarf looked over at the travel-worn elf and beckoned. I don't bite, lad he said...leastways not now. I've had me supper. Have the chair by me nearer the fire. Bruga there won't mind...he'll want to hear where you've been.

When (if) the elf seated himself, the dwarf stuck out a hand. I'm Wrodan Nimblefingers, locksmith. He pointed at a halfling who's turning away from the bulletin board. That's Bruga Honeygatherer. We'll want to hear where you've been, if you care to tell. What'll you have to drink with your meal? It's been a good day; I'm buyin'. Bruga reached the table and held out his hand.

 Kree looked up and smiled  his half-smile,  I will..indeed..take  you up on that. has been a bit of a trek, with little  to show  for my efforts...

 Taking the Dwarf's hand, the strong grip reminded him of a friend, who had joined the village after being freed from slavers,  I am Kree...Quickshadow. Son of Krell, of the Razorhawk Clan..I have travel  the past few days, looking  for spore of  slavers, or bandits..or both. I have taken up the Black Hunt...we were raided a few tendays ago.

  Looking up at the server he says,Elven Gold  if you have it..if nay?  A harvest wine...if still nay? something wet!  he grins  as he  shakes his head looking over at the halfling  and then to Bruga once more,Not much seen...most of  my trails  ran cold..did find one slaver who died  of one of the clan's  arrows, but ti was not my Kill..I staked him to a Tree, so others will find him.

  he sighs  a bit,Right now..i mean to relax, and then see if i may aid against any troubles  around the area, at very least, until i can find a slaver or  bandit again..The Raid  was a slap int he face of  our Village..I needs regain some of our pride.

Wrodan growls. Bad business, enslaving. Kill and take the life once. Enslave and take life every day. Bruga nods his agreement and then asks Uh, Master Quickshadow, this "Black Hunt." What is it...I mean, something simply more than trying to bring justice to evildoers?
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 he nods  as the server brings his bowl of  stew and  a glass of drink. he smiles  at her as she  sidles  away,In my Village, we have Hunters...can be anyone...any walk of life, they just Hunt those who would endanger our lands, or our people...in this case , Slavers..we hunt  down, destroy slaver caravans, and any who aid them.  Many a time those we save  settle into our  village, to carry on the task. This raid...was a retailation...Many folk were killed, babes, youngfolk..defenseless ...women..who would not leave thier broken babes...and people..like my Mother  who fought to the death, to save others...

  Quiet for  a bit he starts  again,..The Black Hunt...Volunteers..13..who will seek out those who have  wronged us, make them pay...deal with them..as they do with others...no remorse..no quarter..no mercy...we fight  fire  with fire.."

 Taking  an eager spoonfull of  stew, he finishes  it  and adds  with a dark chuckle,That is..the good ones  do..Me?  I have  yet to find  any targets as of yet...but  i will....by the LAdies of Luck, both dark  and Light, and By the HUntress...i will...

  Leaning back in his seat , he  takes a sip of the drink  and looks at the Dwarf, Forgive me, I mean not, to be so dark...the Rage is  still a bit fresh...and the lack of atonement makes me  a tad  short of manners....

Those slavers are stupid...or something more is involved. Wrodan suggested. Can't enslave dead people.

Bruga looked at Kree with respect tinged with caution. ...so you have to keep looking and bringing retribution all your life, all the time. I mean, can you do other things now and then?

   Kree waited until he finished  another bite, shaking his head  as he turned to Bruga,  These  slavers wanted blood..if they could  take some elves...which they managed to do...all the better. My Cousin..Ivy..His  mate-to-be...and her child...They...tried to drag them away..the babe squealed  and hollared..causing  more then a few arrows to come in direction of those slavers who were trying to take them..the bash the child against a tree....

  his fist held  the spoon very tightly..his  knuckles turning white,  The lady refused to leave  the dying child..so the slaver bladed her..then and there...taking off as some of  our folks approached...Ivy..My cousin..was distraught as we reached her..we came late into the Village...

 he tooks  a deep breath, and tried to smile, We  are to Hunt  for a year...seeking  the slavers if  we are able...if nay..we are to  find..slay..any such folk we find, Bandits... orcs..anyone..anything..trying to harm  the  good folk, who cannot aid themselves.  his  smile grew  wider,..I can do whatever  i wish, Good Bruga..i just need to fulfill my vow...if  a group of  BAndits would  come in...and hold the place up...I would  hunt them down as best i was able, however..slavers...slavers  are the prime targets.

  Pointing to the post board, Kree asks  the HAlfling,did you notice  any thing of  import, or perhaps  was to earn coin? I could use a bit  of coin, and  am willing  to use my skills to earn it....
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Bruga said I'm saddened by the loss your village has experienced. Brings it more to home when somebody tells it personally.

He thought for a few moments. You'll be wanting opportunities to deliver justice. One notice reads Able bodies for a Caravan escort, caravan is a 2 day trip between Lotan and Cabain. See Logan Astar at the bar for more info.

I've seen three wanted posters:

Lozak Grim reward 500g crime: murder
Gregory Trask reward 50g crime: theft
Molak the strange reward 1000g  crime: murder and illegal experimentation...this one might be the most interesting, and the most dangerous.

Wrodan interjects My brother Thodron's in Cabain, , Bruga. You could carry one of the locks I invented to him. I'll get along in the meantime.

In reply to Bruga Honeyfinder (msg #10):

Taken to want go out and see the world now that she has finished her acolyte duties and not be stuck in her small village doing busy business work, Clair takes her aunts advise to go and spread the work of Tymora for as she states one night at diner: all adventurers will want and or need Tymora's followers services but be weary she ways, of all travelers for some are shady and not trustworthy.  Lady luck will open paths and doors where you go and only chance and good fortune will keep your path enlightened.  Your father just grunts at this while your mother smiles but gives your aunt a warning glance.  Your decision to go forth and spread Tymora's work and good fortune to others has you the talk of the table and all 11 of your brothers and sisters spout out advise or encouragement wishing they could go to.  As you prepare to walk out the door to start your adventure loaded to the gills with gear your father surprises you with a quick embrace for good fortune and a safe return and as he pulls away, you realize as the door closes behind you that your dad has left in your hands one of his own adventuring items from his younger days. A sigh escapes and grinning, she thinks the ring slipped on like it was meant to be on her finger.  A good sign from Tymora, this will be a good day ... looking up, the sky starts to darken, hmph well a wet one at best.

Clair, following the map he Aunt gave her, heads to the Golden Trumpet, where her aunt tells her others like her will be there looking to go adventure, laughs have fun my dear Clair.
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In reply to Bruga Honeyfinder (msg #10):

As the conversation in the inn continues, the front doors open and in shyly walks a small female child no, upon further investigation a female 1/2ling who is not a child for the floor boards squeak and the definite clang of metal resounds under the cloak as she walks in a step or two and closes the door behind her.  She turns and looks up with a bright cheerful smile and says in a quiet but firm voice, may the good fortunes of Tymora shine on one who can direct me to someone looking for help or is hiring out for an honest days work.  Looks over the assembled audience and acknowledges them but grins at Bruga and walks up to him, high my name is Clair, Clair Brandywhine.
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  He  nods, ..Indeed...a caravan task could earn us  a few coins, and, for the most part, we have little to do but watch over  the people...however..with the RAid, not  that long  ago, its hard to  tell where the stragglers  from the  Slavers  went.

    Those wanted posters...we may wish to take them with us, incase we  run into such folk through luck..ill or good..

  At That Moment the  Tymorian halfling walks  up to the table speaking to Bruga. After  his answer to her, Kree  rises  and pushes  his  chair to her, and reaches  over for another, that he sits on backwards, to allow her access to the table, Well met, Follower of   The LAdy. Good Tymora...and..her sister... watch over me..Ill luck to my foes, and good luck to me  and mine..or aleast that is  the way it is supposed to work..I also give a nod to the Huntress as well...

While Bruga's eyes are open and jaw loose, Kree takes up the conversation...which causes Bruga's head to oscillate between Kree's face and Clair's hand. Meanwhile, the dwarf almost muffles a chortle. Finaly (as it seems to Bruga), the hand takes precedence. He rises as he takes the female halfling's hand in his right hand. With the left he pulls out a chair even as Kree does, seemingly having forgotten to let the left hand know what the right hand is doing.

Then he minds his manners and retrieves his resolution. Well met, Claire Brandywhine, priestess of Tymora. I'm Bruga Honeyfinder and these gentlepersons are....his voice trails off. He withdraws his right hand, which—by its brief squeeze—would prefer to stay connected and gestures toward the chair. Will you be seated? Ah...this is may master Wroden Nimblefingers, locksmith, and this traveler is Kree Quickshadow, an elf whose village has been wronged and who is intent on decreasing evil.

(I'll leave it to Clair to thread her way through Kree's an my post.)

Bruga sits down and responds to Kree's first comments after his glance toward Wrodan sees his kindly master's nod. The halfling's nervousness disappears. I've heard elves are slow to decide. not so with you, and I'm flattered by your thinking I would be a fit companion. Clair, in case you're wondering, the bulleting board over there list some jobs. Other jobs are posted at the Adventurer's Guild and Barracks. Master Wrodan gives me leve to go on this caravan that's seeking caravan escorts; he has an somethign for me to take to his cousin in Cabain...that's a tow-day trip. Then—I'm impressed—he suggested taking three wanted posters. One never knows....

In reply to Bruga Honeyfinder (msg #14):

With a sheepish smile, while still holding Bruga's hand, her eyes go wide, why Bruga, that is you.  My oh my you have grown, grins, it has been too long with a small childish blush.  Then almost reluctantly lets his hands go as as Bruga moves off Clair surprisingly has a hard time deciding which chair to accept but finally accepts the one closer to Kree and as she sits down Clair lightly laughs upon hearing the elf's name, Kree, what strangers we are as I remember your few visits to my humble church with your family as I was but a wee young acolyte.  My even you I did not recognize all dressed up and ready to go forth.  Turns to Wroden, ha, you I realized to quickly after my shock whore off with these two childhood friends.  You have not looked better, Bruga has not spoiled you with his apprentice work I see. sighs, I am glad Tymora has fated us all to meet this day and even with an interesting first chuckles adventure posted.  What good luck this is.   Then looks to Kree, with a face now showing concern, a raid you were talking about and those wanted posted?  What is this all about?

  The elf  smiles  softly,  Slavers. They Raided our Village not, but 3 tendays ago. My Cousin Ivy's MAte-to-be..and his child  were killed, as  was my Mother..a few others..and a few taken as well..My sister. Lista...if you remember?  I have  yet to look at the posters, But i think them not , to be any  of the RAiders...less they have had  other transgressions in the past...

 With a Jerk of his head to Bruga he says, Good  Bruga has  noted a Carabvan needs some sword arms or such...guardians..let us  say...normally easy coin to get, though the slavers that scattered, may have turned to bandits, if  they lost, or failed to get any ...goods...from our  village

 My suggestion, is to take  the posters, on the chance we  find  any of them in our travels. we can take thier heads to whom ever wishes to  pay us for it....if nay...just to rid  the realms  of such scum, may be payment  enough...May Tymora and Beshaba  aid us...and  the Huntress guide us...

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg #16):

Kree, I am sadden by this ill tidings, may Tymora guide us.  Snicker, this is a good idea to take those posters with us, maybe lady luck will bring your foes out along with any of those ill we find and we can ride the world of a few rotten apples and maybe make some coin.  She then looks serious, I will pray tonight for a good turn at the wheel of chance for your family.   Meekly smiles, anyone have a spare drink to lend a poor thirsty gal?

  Kree waves to the server  Girl, who  once more  smiles  at the Elf,Please...A bottle of  wine for us...so that the Lady  and the  rest of us may slack our thirst and keep the conversation well oiled... he rgins.

 The  server  frowns  when Kree mentions "the Lady"  and gives Clair a cross frown. However the frown goes away quickly  as she  returns  , when Kree pays for the Bottle, as his right hand  hands her the cin for the bottle, his  left  hand slips a silver into her her Bodice...she  sways  happily away...Kree looks at the others,what...she...she is a friend..of  sorts...

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg #18):

Clair just smiles at the act and Kree's quick guilty response to the looks he has gotten from those at the table.  With a intense look back the way the serving girl left, Sure, I will remember to play a game or two of chance later with the young serving gal to maybe gain back that Lucky coin for you. ha, taking a long swallow of the wine, ah hit's the spot, my thanks Kree.  Now, how do you suppose we get in touch with the caravan master and pass as worthy guards.   Looks worried, I hope we do not have to ride horses, they are rather high off the ground.

  Kree thought  for  a moment,  Most of the riders  are scouts who ride on ahead. depending on what they carry, they may want folks  riding next to the driver...however...we only have a day or two Journey. I suspect they will need  flankers   and  rear guard....I am most certain, he  will not  pay as top coin, as  we are not seasoned battle folk...but he  will pay us...and  we should all profit from it...

  He stands  for a moment,I will ask  at the Bar...perhaps we will get pointed in the right direction...  as he stands,  he takes  a step then retruns, puts down his glas, and picks up his bow, he winks  at the others, when one goes to see someone for a job, those with the Job, need to see what they wish...

  As he reaches the Bar, (( the server girl makes certain to stand  a little closer)) he asks what news  they might have  about  caravan guards, as he  and his comrades are of interest, if  the job is there available
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Bruga looks after Kree, coniers a moment, excues himslelf; and, after the serving girl replies, he asks (if necessary) for Master Astar.

The girl a nice young elvish lass nods and points Bruga towards what at best Bruga could describe as a battered man at the bar. It looks as though Logan Astar has seen his share of fights and either come off with the worst of it, or squeeked out hard earned wins.

When Bruga approaches Logan regards him quietly and before letting the halfing speak he says "20 gold each way per person, half for each direction paid ahead. You will have to know we have had a couple of Goblin attacks, but generally the route is a quiet one."

In reply to GM (msg #22):

As Clair unconsciously rubs her cloaks button while hearing the pay, and the terms for the pay she then asks, Sir Astar, what are the accommodations for traveling needed by those accepting and positions/marching order on the caravan for those accepting.   She is holding a good firm upfront face but underneath she is nervous about her first gig.