Spring had come early to the Eastern Territory, it is both a blessing and a bad omen for the tense stalemate between the Eastern Territories and Wolfen Empire.  Even though the winter had been mild, the Generals on both sides had kept their skirmishes to a minimum.  Not wanting to tax their supply chains and soldiers more then was needed.  Now as the last of the spring rains have begun to dry off and farmers can be seen tilling and planting their crops.  All in hopes of harvesting early and hopefully a bumper crop.  All the while military dispatch riders with escorts thunder up and down the country side delivering messages to the town's and city's across the Eastern Territories.

  The City of Wisdom known to many as The Heart of the Territories is bustling with newly arrived goods and news.  Information hawkers cry out the latest news and gossip.  Windows and doors are open as housemaids finish up the spring cleaning, some as ambitious as to have baked goods cooling on the sills out of reach of the young kids running around after being stuck inside for some of the colder months.  All the while the Green Men can be seen patrolling the city proper making their rounds, stopping to help a travelers with directions or guide some of the stumbling bar patrons on their way.  From the inns and pubs laughter and a occasional bards songs can be heard.  It is a little of what you see and hear as you arrive mid morning and walk the streets of Wisdom.

  After catching wind in your individual travels that an organization known as The Circle of the Scroll has requested the aid of a skilled adventurers to form a party you headed to Wisdom making good time due the favorable weather conditions.  So good in fact that it is two days before an apparent interview process at a Mansion known as Lake Hurst to the locals is to take place.  To see what individuals may be up to the task at hand.  So why not enjoy the city a little while your here.
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Ronan didn't enjoy traveling so much, at least not without a purpose.  He at least had a purpose to make his way to Wisdom, but it didn't make him any less grumpy.  He did, however, breath in the fresh aroma of freshly baked goods, something he had not smelled or had for sometime.  He took a healthy sniff and allowed for a second to smile as he closed his eyes, not wanting anyone to see he quickly returned to his gruff demeanor and moved on to find a pub with suitable ale and bread, and maybe even some meat.

The war pony he rode needed a rest anyway.  Tethering his trusty steed, Horus, to a post outside the nearest pub he sauntered his way in.

As she rode through the City of Wisdom Verna thought about her situation. Being sent on a fact finding mission was essentially a way to send Verna into semi exile.

Upon reaching a pub she dismounts her horse. The woman is apparently not a gentle member of her gender. Verna is wearing a suit of chain mail that covers her torso, arms and at the waist becomes a knee length skirt of chain mail. Her feet are encased in knee high leather boots. Across her back is a long bow and quiver. On her left hip is a saber sword. On her right hip are a dagger and two throwing knives. Her riding horse has full barding and in addition to the saddle there are two saddle bags. Behind the saddle is a rolled up tent and bedroll.

She ties up her horse and makes her way inside the pub.

In reply to The Storyteller (msg # 1):

Thilo arrived from the north traveling from Haven, he had encountered very little in the way of trouble due to the high traffic of moving cargo and soldiers.  The worst he suffered was the occasional stare and questioning from passing fellow travelers, silly questions like how were his travels and how were the road from where he came.  Thilo would reply in a short manner and be on his way leaving the kind but annoying folk and be back to his travels and thoughts.

Passing through the north gates just as they are opened at dawn Thilo is stopped ever so briefly by the gate guards.  They ask his business but quickly bid him his leave when they find he has business at the Tri-Arcanum and point him in the direction.  Thilo takes his leave and heads to the Tri-Arcanum.  It was time that he belonged to a guild and who better then one of the most powerful in the east.

Kit sat in the back of the pub in the shadows just watching.  She leaned back in her chair and kicked up her feet onto the table casually crossing them as she just watched taking in the demeanor and character of the patrons.  Her all black clothing blended well in the shadows, and you probably wouldn't notice her unless you were trying to look.

  The Faded Flame is an old established, a three story inn built of large field stone and covered in a faded red plaster.  The sign over the main entrance was made from wrought iron and is a large circle with the outline of a fire set in the middle off to the right. From outside it looks welcoming, grand even if the the out side has seen some weathering.  It is located between the Tri Arcanum and Lake Hurst where you are to be in a day and a half.

  As you enter the tavern through the heavily used, metal door, you're welcomed by a feeling of comfort and the smile of a passing waitress who directs you to take any table you please.  Things are just getting going for the day and someone will be with you shortly.
 A Dwarven bartender is engaged in a conversation with a small group of Green Men, but still manages to give you a polite wave.

  Large wooden beams and finely crafted stone pillars support the upper floor with decorative lights attached to them. The walls are swarmed with flags and banners of all sorts and sizes. Some are from nearby towns or provinces, others from the far corners of the world and some are clearly from monster races.

  The tavern itself is mildly busy as lunch is approaching. Soldiers seem to be the primary clientele here, which could be seen as a bad sign, though you're sure it's not. Several long tables are occupied by several smaller groups of local people. The other, smaller tables are also occupied by people who seem to be close with the owner, though they happily welcome others among their midst. Some of the stools at the bar are occupied, though nobody seems to mind more company and would probably welcome the company over lunch.

  You have hear rumors of this tavern in your travels, supposedly it's famous for something, but you can't remember what for. Though judging by the soft laughter, cheering and overall enjoyment of everybody, it's probably the people themselves who make this tavern famous. You manage to find a seat and prepare for the day and for what will undoubtedly be a relaxing evening after a long journey.

Verna finds herself an unoccupied table and orders a red wine and asks what's on the lunch menu. She eyes the soldiers to determine which army they serve in.