In a seat at the bar of The Wailing Griffon, a tavern in the slums of Ranara, an aging warrior talks as much as he drinks, and he drinks way too much. These are his tales...
The Job with the Keep and the Lake of Lava
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It was supposed to be an easy job. I remember thinking that at the time as I leaned up against a big boulder that was almost too hot to touch. I remember, because that was the first chance I'd had to reflect on my predicament. |