Part 1: A Proposition
Tonight there are many caravans in town and the day was busy with merchants and traders exchanging wares and hauling cargo to and from the Outer Ring. In all, it was a prosperous day. Work was had for anyone willing to put their back into it and a day’s wages would pay for a meal and drink tonight.
The Hearth Room of the Caravansary Tavern is full. The tables, mostly large affairs of a sturdy construction designed for six large patrons each, are crowded with peoples from all over: turbaned men from the South, fur-clad barbarians from the North, colorfully robed Easterners, Westerners in doublets and capes, even a table of dwarves from the mountain mines. Mixed in are the doughty men of Karfan, a mongrel of the blood of all men – and even orcs - who pass through these crossroads. You are among them!
It is early autumn, the first week of the tenth month. Outside it is cool already, though it doesn't really start to get cold until the middle of next month. The only women in the place are the staff of the tavern and a couple of prostitutes with their clients, enjoying some drinks before finding a tent for their business.
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