Keep on the Borderlands
As Simon walks Eastward down the road, he considers his recent weeks.
At his master's urging, he had ventured forth to get a more practical perspective of life outside his master's home. The trip had, fortunately, been uneventful...or rather, it had been until he had encountered an Elf. Certainly that man was the first of the Elven folk he had ever encountered before. He didn't know much about him yet other than that he too practiced the arcane art, but he was sure he would get more opportunities to learn about the Elf and his people given time with him.
Even more strange, they had come upon a jester, or at least that's what Simon had took him to be. Though perhaps he was a different sort of entertainer. Either way, it was an unusual encounter. Simon has expected farmers out traveling intent to sell their harvest or pick up supplies, or perhaps wandering merchants trying to sell their wears.
Like many other travelers, he had stayed overnight at the inn inside the Keep. It was safer for a lone traveler like himself than camping out in the woods all alone. After all, you never knew what sort of creature might stumble into your camp attracted by the light or smell of a cooking fire.
He had heard from the men-at-arms about a place of discover called 'the Caves of Chaos'. Certainly not a place he would want to explore on his own from the sound of it, but the same men-at-arms had mentioned another group having set out of the keep that very morning towards these caves. So he sought to catch up to them, if he could.
And up ahead, there they seem to be. Or rather, it might be them. The men-at-arms hadn't really given him any details about them to look for. They appeared to be resting alongside the road and having a discussion about something. Either way, it seemed best not to startle them by coming up on them without notice.
He raises his right hand and calls out, "What ho, fair friends!?"
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