<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/be/14/ca/be14cafdea164d83f9fe502bfc695c52.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Hugh Longfellow</span></strong></span><br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2494367)<br/>Outside Magnimar<br/><br/>The last hour of the trip had been painful, arduous, and frustrating.  It was ever the more frustrating because Silar Mortwell had pulled him aside to discuss some kind of opportunity.<br/><br/>"I am in no position to invest in an opportunity, sir," Hugh answered honestly.   "I haven't a farthing to my name, except for what is owed to me for a service well done."<br/><br/>Just when he thought he was about to call it quits, the party came upon the Tinker's Fancy.<br/><br/>"Bless the gods," he had said.<br/><br/>Hugh had waited for Lutsag to finalize the stabling of horses.  If the weather had been better, he might have stayed outside with the wagon, but there was no telling how hard the rain would fall that night, and Hugh didn't want to make the rest of the trip with damp clothes.<br/><br/>He was very sorry then to be so poor and to have so little.  After all, a good thief could always get by, but he had come to like Lutsag, and he didn't want to cause him any trouble.  So, in low spirits, he marched into the bar, preparing to drink nothing but from the trough and to eat from his rations, when he discovered that some nameless benefactor had showered the common room with drinks.<br/><br/>Hugh gladly accepted a drink--how could he not?-- and approached the generous man.<br/><br/>"Sir, thank you for the drink, it is precisely what I needed," he began.   "After a hard journey, an ale is precisely the right medicine.  But... what are we celebrating?"