Master Dramosch

Class: Male, Dwarf, Guard

You don’t look as if you intend to enlist.

After a while, a middle-aged dwarf in shiny coat of mail appears.
You don’t look as if you intend to enlist,” he states laconically, “But seeing as you are here…”

“…you might be able to help me with a certain problem I’ve got. You may know that the fortress works go on for miles below this mountain and provide access to a number of places inside the town. Well, we still use the upper floors of the underground hallways for storage, but the entrance to the lower levels is blocked. Still, supplies keep disappearing from our stores, even weapons - and now one of our students, too…
I haven’t got the men to search the cellars systematically, so I want to ask you to do it.”

“Twenty ducats up front, fifty on completion, and anything you find down there is yours.”

“All right! You’ve got yourself a deal!”

“Uhm, no, that’s a bit too tough for us.”

“Good. Go get some equipment and come back then. Rondra be with you!”

“Pity, I thought you had some guts. I guess they’re right about not judging a book by its cover. Ah well. Rondra be with you!”

Master Dramosch is already waiting for you at the gate.
“Ready? Good. Let’s get started then.” he leads you to a former watchtower, down a number of stairways and finally to a massive, iron plated door. “From here on you are on your own. May the Twelve be with you.”

“I knew I could count on you. Here are the fifty ducats I promised you - and now tell me what you found down there!” Dramosch leads you to the grand hall and orders some kegs of beer and a decent meal as well. The evening passes, and as the morning dawns, you are quite drunk. But you eventually leave knowing that your accomplishment has made you a new and lasting friend.

“Ah, it’s you. A layer of anvil crowns? Fine. I’m sure you’ve been around, but before you start to tell me about it: maybe you can use this bit of information…

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