A Matter of Honor

ORIGINAL NOTICE:

A grim-faced man...wide at the shoulders and standing a full hand above the six-foot mark... walks across the city street towards you. He uses a glaive like a walking stick but shows no sign of infirmity as he strides across the cobblestones.

His grey cloak is stained with mud, yet the links in his chain shirt look as polished as a moonlit sea. He stops a yard away from you, his azure eyes assessing you and your armaments. You would guess him to be just south of thirty if it weren’t for the shot of gray atop his brown mane. He stares at you for only a few seconds, but you feel as if he just read your life’s history in that short span. He then speaks to you.

''“Warriors who has shaken off most of the dust of the farm. Good. I have no patience for greenhorns. I am Terent Segnar, a bounty hunter by trade. You and your companions look to be the types who get things done. If your band is looking to make some gold, I have a task for you. It will be for a noble cause … if such a thing concerns you.”''

The man continues.....

''“The nature of the mission is a delicate matter and not one to talk about on the streets. Gather your friends and meet me at the THAC0 Tavern at around dusk. The tavern is just off the docks between the Lumber Merchants’ District and Warehouse Lane. I am sure you have heard of it. The pub is easy to find. At the very least you will get a free dinner and a proper tale of woe.”''