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outta my way, son! door stuck!
The White Crown
After a few hours of trudging through thick foliage, you see the small inn in the distance. It looks to be slightly in disrepair, though it calls to you; it's exactly what you've been looking for. Smoke billows from the weathered brick chimney, and light flickers from inside, casting shadows on the people inside. Kicking various branches and moss out of your way, you finally make it to the front door, and you feel the warm light emanate through the cracks and brush your skin gently. Pushing firmly on the old wood, the brass hinges squeaking and moaning in protest as you enter, making various patrons of the inn turn to look at you and raise an eyebrow. Your hand clutches the advertisement you'd ripped from a tree in a nearby village, and you take a moment to graze the hastily scribbled words once more;
LOOKING FOR SEASONED ADVENTURER TO HELP WITH INSURGENT CAUSE
Please be willing to fight.
Come to the Nine Shrines Inn if interested.
- The White Crown
Scanning the inn, you catch a glimpse of two men seated at the small bar. What little light that makes its way through the leaves and into the dusty windows seems to radiate around them. The pair, a small olive skinned boy and a treelike person, shift positions and swivel around in their seat to face you. The younger raises a cynical eyebrow and smirks. "You'v seen our posters, hav'nt you?" he calls, waving you over. "Well, who are you?" the other inqires.
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