<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/U4u39eo.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Tinalia von Grazen</strong></span><br/>HP: 9/9 AC: 16<br/>Slots: 2/2 1st<br/><hr/><br/>A simple escort job, along a well travelled road with limited difficulty. But the price tag was steep. Ten gold, on delivery? And no one knew why he needed these provisions (which, Tinalia had already noted, were mostly staple foods of the dwarven diet, tools for mining and illumination, cartography supplies, things meant for exploring underground). If she had to guess it was an incredible vein of mineral wealth, but that smacked too strongly of stereotype. "Dwarves, they mine, right?" was all most people of Neverwinter ever knew about the stocky folk.<br/><br/>On the surface, it had seemed too good to be true. But then again, surface was always just part of the story. The promised payout could be the mark of an amateur when it came to hiring caravan guards, believing that price equaled quality. A truth for material goods most of the time, but a bad rule of thumb for people. Even she wouldn't risk saying she was worth ten gold in hand for her abilities. Or, he WAS skilled at finding the right people, and was using the higher payout to buy loyalty...or silence. Not that she'd have ratted on him. Bad for business if prospective partners knew you would talk. Bad for health, too.<br/><br/>The uneventfulness of the road had given Tinalia this time to think, and often she was distracted by her own thoughts on the manner. Still, she couldn't deny that the people hired for this had been excellent choices all around. She had been approached by someone looking for some arcane support. She had considered it carefully, and agreed. Mostly to get out of Neverwinter, but she couldn't deny that she also felt curious about what was going on...