Altaruk, on the Sea of Silt
INTRODUCING Rhotan Vor AND THE FAVOR TO HOUSE WAVIR…
Perhaps you saw the ragged caravans limping through the western gate, hiding beneath Altaruk’s protective walls, or maybe you heard about it through the proverbial grapevine, perhaps even seeing Rhotan Vor himself angrily dispatching pages to nail up posters —
“100 GOLDEN WAVIR DISCS, UPON RETURN TO CARGO OF SOME WINE, WOOD, AND GRAIN
report to House Wavir Trading Post morning of this First Day of Sorrow for sorting"
One of the hottest months of the year, beginning consequently, tomorrow. Usually how it goes with these things is the countless fools who turn up for the job are sorted into search parties, some descend into squabbling right away, others head the wrong direction, and occasionally one or two pull through — usually repeat offenders, professionals.
100 golden marks wasn’t that big of a purse, though — just the right size to try and snatch, it wouldn’t draw the bloodthirsty mercenaries a larger reward would.
Or perhaps you’re after something else? Favor with HOUSE WAVIR? Keeping the cargo for yourself? Fetching a price on the black market?