<div class="floatright">(https://imgur.com/msYvSIM.png)</div>The house of Lord Mayor Ioseph Sellemius was a grand old mansion that served double function as both the city hall and the lord mayor's residence. The lower floor had space to host civic matters while the upper floor was reserved for the mayor's and his household's private quarters. Normally there were guards posted at all the entrances to keep the peace and to make sure that only those with official business were granted entry. Today was no different.<br/><br/>As Priam and Guy approached the front doors to the building, a local thug was being thrown down the front steps by the pair of guards stationed there. He was a passing acquaintance of Guy but no close friend, being the sort of ruffian one might encounter as hired muscle for a criminal undertaking. "Off with you! The swordlords are looking for explorers who will fight bandits, not join them!" one of the guards spat in his wake as he scrambled away with his literal tail tucked between his legs.<br/><br/>There was but one more person ahead of them waiting to gain entry to the lord mayor's house: a man on the older side of middle age, dressed in simple hunter's clothes with a longbow strung over his back, only notable by the plain wooden symbol in the shape of a bow and arrow that he wore like an amulet. "Peace, good sirs. My name is Jhod Kavken, I heard the announcement of the exploration charter and have come by to offer whatever help I can."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">DC 10 Knowledge (religion)</div><div class="spoiler_body">The symbol is the holy symbol of Erastil, god of family, farming, hunting, and trade.</div></div><br/><br/>The guards looked him up and down. "Aren't you a bit old to be tramping through the wilderness?" One of them asked finally. "This isn't a picnic and a stroll through the park. Besides, nobody's going to make it all by themselves out there, and any adventurer worth their salt's going to be part of a group. Nothing personal, but we've got orders to keep out the riff-raff and the naive who'll just get themselves killed."