Ishio
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It was the mid noon of early spring - the temperatures still rather low and the winds cold. In the chilly weather, in front of his own house stood Briar Grove's mayor - Ruben Dust - a tall man, probably in his mid 40s, which showed from the occasional grey strand in his otherwise reddish shoulder-long hair and the few small wrinkles around his brown eyes. He was impatiently looking around, his gaze seeking for someone or something, with his hands clasped together in feeble attempts to stay off the coldness. A clearly distraught expression could be read on his masculine face, the cold definitely not being the reason for it.
What he was waiting for were volunteers, willing to take on an urgent mission. He had the inn keeper and a couple of youngsters spread the word around the village that "The elder is looking for help with an important matter, which likely involves danger and traveling in the wilderness". The man reached for his belt, confirming that the small coin pouch hanging from it was still there. There wasn't a lot inside, but it was all he could muster to prepare at such a short notice. Hopefully it wouldn't take much longer, before someone showed up - time was of the essence.
What he was waiting for were volunteers, willing to take on an urgent mission. He had the inn keeper and a couple of youngsters spread the word around the village that "The elder is looking for help with an important matter, which likely involves danger and traveling in the wilderness". The man reached for his belt, confirming that the small coin pouch hanging from it was still there. There wasn't a lot inside, but it was all he could muster to prepare at such a short notice. Hopefully it wouldn't take much longer, before someone showed up - time was of the essence.