Deverick The Bold... So It Begins!
The young beggar led the trio of Mercs on a tour of the lousy end of the city, or so thought Deverick. The only real place that gave him pause, was the when the famous Fedroot’s Daggerarium came into view. Deverick always wanted one of the blades made in that place. Perhaps with hard work, some God’s favor, and luck, he might own one someday. It would definitely be a status symbol within the city.
When the group finally arrived in front of the infamous Beggar’s Union, they were challenged by, of all things, more beggars. Dev made sure his sword was loose in the scabbard…just in case. The trip down the fetid alley made Dev really about to lose his dinner, but they all made it to the end, and the hidden door.
The interior of the Court of Miracles, was about what the Warrior had expected, But the rotund figure that sat perched upon a throne, looked more like a side of beef then a Lord. But for all that, the rings of precious metal the figure sported, spoke volumes to Devereck. When bidden forward by Jaspar, to state their business, Dev seemed to be the elected spokesmen for the group, He marched forward, and came to a stop at what he thought a respectful distance from the throne. He made a slight bow, not really sure one showed respect to a Lord.
“ Hail, and well met, Lord Gaspar. I be Deverick, son of Borcar the Smith. We be here ta pay our respects ta ye, Sir. That, and we wish ta hire this here lad, to act as our guide this night. We be ready ta pay ye tribute fer the lad’s services, Sir.” Dev bowed again to the figure upon the throne.