<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/67/8d/03/678d03bf7c12b399b4b90039210b348e.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Mouser</span></span><br/>Human Rogue/Bard, 11 HP, AC 19, Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1615304).<br/><em>Known for biting off more than he can chew.</em><br/><hr/><br/>It had been nearly an hour now, and no one had shown up.  Mouser put his journal away, stood up, and paced around for a bit.<br/><br/>"Could it be that I was too vague?"  He retrieved a copy of his poster, unrolled it, and read it over again.  It said:<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>TO ALL ABLE BODIED ADVENTURERS:</strong><br/><br/>We must retake the ruins of the Emerald Spire from the Goblin Hordes that infest its halls.<br/><br/>If you seek adventure and fortune, please meet me just south of the ruins on the Champion's road on the first Toilday of Gozran.  I will be carrying the Banner of the Emerald Spire Conquistadors (name subject to change).<br/><br/>-- Mouser.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>He was sure that it was the first Toilday of Gozran.  He was just south of the ruins, and he was right next to the Champion's Road.  It was then that he realized that he hadn't actually set the hour.<br/><br/>"Oh, for fuck's sake," he muttered to himself.<br/><br/>But then!  He heard the horse!  He could hear it through the thicket.  And then... it was honest Paan Faranal!<br/><br/>"Sir Faranal!" Mouser said, laughing happily.   "How... you... wait, you didn't see my poster?  Adventurers are exactly the sort of people I seek, especially soldiers!"