Times are tough. Wild beasts and savage races are stirring up in greater numbers and have been more furious as of late. Strange weather has been rising and familiar dark omens have been cropping up. You've seen this before, you've settled this before, now 20 years later is seems to be starting up all over again. The young warriors in these peaceful times can't seem to take anything seriously enough to handle this threat on it's own. Maybe it's nothing, but if the dread-kin have returned somehow, none of them are ready.

 You have decided to get in contact with your old party, who defeated the Dread-Kin alongside you and decide what to do next. You each will slowly arrive at the "Elder Beerman" Tavern in the Coastal city of Kingsport.

Lorn is an older man, with salt and pepper hair and knowing grey eyes. You remember him as a quiet man with black hair. A necklace depicting the symbol of Pharasma rests openly on his, slightly rusty, scale mail armor. His leather traveler's outfit looks comfortable and well made but also very worn in. He carries a backpack and a heavy steel shield on top of it on his back and a dagger on his belt.

Was travelling between towns and cities always this tough? "I'm getting too old for this manure." he said to himself as he finally saw the gate to Kingsport and smelled the fresh salty, tangy air of the sea. Clearing his throat and taking another breath, he walked towards the gates at his own pace.

Much had changed in the seaport and yet many things stayed the same. 20 years was it? Hopefully The Elder Beerman was still in business. His favourite watering hole in the past. Though his palate had changed since his youth, preferring the subtly of wine now, over the availability of beer.

With only one wrong turn which he backtracked easily, he found his way to the tavern. It brought a smile to his face, remembering the adventures, fights and discussions associated with this tavern. The sign still hung proudly outside the establishment. Upon entry he looked around the tavern and found his old spot empty. Deciding to sit down and unload his backpack and shield first before talking to the barkeep and having a look around.

 A familiar Elven woman enters the tavern and looks for either an empty table or a familiar face. Such a face She finds, albeit a clearly more aged one. The Enchantress was as alluring as ever, but She seems to be dressed a bit more conservatively and less revealing now. As she made her way to the table and sat down at it, the small elf child cradled in a sling on her person became obvious. She softly smiled to the older man.

 "Hello again, Lorn. It has been a long time."