So Abe was left to drink on his own. Clearly the random strange he decided to pester. Wanted nothing to do with the crazy fool. So what was Sir. Abe to do? Drink himself into a happy stupor of course! Round after round he ordered, and drank each tanker down. At least the sweet taste of honey that dripped down the back of his throat. Brought him the pleasures of company that made his spirits high. Only to be interrupted by the appearance of a cloaked figure. A woman infact. Once which carried two scabbards on each side of her waist. He could only guess she was a representative of the sword-fighting guild.<br/><br/>"Abe."<br/><br/>Spoke the figure in a sweet accent as she addressed the drunken fool. Abe looked up, a half cocked smile on his face. "Aye!"<br/><br/>She handed him a scroll wrapped in red velvet.<br/><br/>"Your guild would like to offer you a mission. One in which will pay a decent wage, and will start in 2 days. You can not deny this mission, and it will help you with further troubles in your financial life."<br/><br/>The woman smirked, and turned to take her leave from the table. Before she left though. Abe called out from the table.<br/><br/>"Is it worth the trouble to ask who I am working with!?"<br/><br/>She turned, and simply shook her head. She then took her leave through the tavern door, and down a vacant alley.<br/><br/>Abe sighed, and unwrapped the scroll.<br/><br/>He smirked, and decided that he had enough of the drink today. It looked like he did indeed have a mission for him to go on, and one that paid very well. Looks like the stranger wasn't lieng. He stood up from the table, and wiped his arm across his mouth.<br/><br/>"Alright Abe old boy, looks like you got yourself an adventure!"<br/><br/>He left the tavern, and back to his small little hobble of a cottage he went.