A couple of miles away there was a town right on the edge of he border to the Great Country.  This town was know as the last civilization before the Great Country, and of such, it attracted all sorts of people seeking gold.<br/><br/>In the only bar in town, there were many adventures all huddled around their tables, discussing there next move, and preparing. Moving among the tables was a sixteen year old boy, with copper hair and brown eyes, handing out drinks and listening to everyone there.  He didn't live in town, he was also passing by into the Great Country.  But he needed money to buy the supplies he would need to get in. And of such, he was gathering what information he could from the men there, those entering, and those returning beaten and dreary.<br/><br/>He was taking the place of the tavern owners son, who was sick.  But the son was getting better, and soon this boy would have to find new work, or take what he had and head out.  As he worked he kept coming back to a certain man, a man who stood out from the rest of the men there.