New travellers arrive at Fourtower Bridge
A woman came to Fourtower Bridge in her search for for knowledge and magic. She was a mage of some sort, dressed in robes of beige and grey. Her hair was dark, skin pale, bearing confident if not smug at times. While she had a "gut feeling" that this search might be just as much of a waste of time and lead to another fist-fight with pedantic prestidigitator and acerbic academics, there were a great many exciting rumors that suggested otherwise... that suggested that there was arcana to unearth!
Dropping a copper piece into the pot, she nods at the guard and makes her way into the town proper.
While the journey was fairly uneventful, she would need to find extra hands to help her out. Where there was arcana to unearth, there was also magic and mayhem. Hopefully, the hands she could find were somewhat brighter than the oafish halfling she once travelled with. What was her name again, Brandywine? Baranduin? Brandli! Yes... her. Sweet woman, but as sensible as a god-hero from the Ancient Empires at times.
Brilliance enters the Moorland Magpie Inn after a glance or two at local businesses. Food and drink are ordered...