<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=133364.msg5944444#msg5944444">Quote from: evangel on 02-03-2012, 07:13:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Chin up, man! Things could be worse. Could be danglin' above a stream of lava. Getting eaten alive by ...uh, something. It was apparent to himself that Dio's eternal cheerful spirit took a holiday. Didn't feel like coming in for work. He couldn't blame himself. Spent way too much time in the wild without a civilized bath or food that isn't dried nuts. Lack of amenities is enough to drive a sane man to the brink. Maybe Dio hit the brink already. He's imagining a rather large compound in front of him, gates and all. Hollow words stumbled out of his mouth, as his eyes scanned the sign nearby.<br/><br/>"The Way Inn."<br/><br/>"Oh."<br/><br/>Upon the realization of a hot meal and a bed (or at least, a spot by the fireplace) dawning upon him, Dio's feet immediately increased their pace in proportion to the excitement rising in his heart. After a string of bad luck where he found very little work and was given a recommendation to go north... (north where? Just north!), this may be the start of a turn-around. Though, it really isn't luck to stumble upon a place that's marked on every map in existence on Faerun while following a well-traveled road.<br/><br/>Regardless, Dio was looking forward to this. Maybe he could even find out more information about that Travelers' whatchamacallit, and the supposed ...thing they have to deal with. Better yet if he can beat them to the punch. Ha ha, no.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>A young boy, approaches Dio as he walked towards the inn.  "Want to enter a contest?" the boy asks, as he hands Dio a piece of parchment:<br/><br/>SWORDSMANSHIP CONTEST!  WINNER RECEIVES 10 GOLD!