<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Setting Information</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Andale Mono;">As you sit in your room at <strong>The Stonemug Tavern</strong>, ready to turn in for the night, a gentle knocking comes to your door. Pulling yourself from the warmth of the provided blankets you make your way to the door and open it to find a young boy, a courier, with a letter that has your name penned upon it. He says that it comes directly from Councilor Kisdin, a man that you saved during the coup who later came to sit on the council of Eodin as minister of agriculture. Thanking the boy you go back inside and open the letter, and it requests that you come see him in person tomorrow in the midday. That he has not forgotten about your deeds and how you saved his life, and that he has a proposal for you that he believes will benefit the both of them, as well as all of Eodin.<br/><br/>You settle in for the night with the meeting in your mind and go to sleep. The next day, around the requested time, you make your way to the noble district of the city and present the letter of summons. The guards, already aware of your meeting, escort you to Kisdin’s private chamber and let you in.<br/></span></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/6p7ffSf.jpg)</div><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">Sitting behind a large wooden desk at the far end of the room, which is decorated rather simply for a man that is considered noble and now a ruler of this land is the familiar face of <strong>Arthur Kisdin</strong>. When the coup was taking place he was injured and you came upon him, using your blessings to save his life. It was a generosity that he swore to you one day he would repay - though he had no idea how he would ever barter the worth of his life.<br/><br/>His head snaps up from the papers that he’s looking at and a smile twists on his lips. Quickly he presses his seat back and comes to a stand. “Isylia,” He calls, beckoning forward into the room and to his desk, while he steps out from behind, “It warms my heart to see that you are well, and willing to meet with me. Come in, please, have a seat. Can I get you anything? Water or tea? Have you had lunch yet my dear?”<br/><br/></span><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/>