<div class="floatleft">(http://i1140.photobucket.com/albums/n562/gigalomanic/SoKP.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Narrow Sommers</span></strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=373302)</div><br/><em>“I am interested in those two chests full of treasure as about as much as you were interested in the barmaid’s tits last night. I thought if you leant forward anymore you would have ended up face down in them.”</em>As usual, Tess had to poke a bit of fun as they talked.<em>“Not that you would have complained but they did have some big bouncers and they might have.”</em><br/><br/>Narrow blushed and sighed contently. “By Cayden’s mug,<em>that</em>chest was a treasure of it’s own...” ‘Big bouncers’ indeed -- oh, wait: she meant the guards. To be fair, the fault lay solely with the mead. He still thought as much while sober, but he liked to think he was smart enough to not let the lasses catch on.<br/><br/>The two of them turned their attention back to the opulent treasures and their ostentatious owner. The task in question seemed something of the normal affair in Narrow’s line of business, the only thing out of place being the theatricality of it all. Some among those that had scrambled for the coins clenched one or two firmly between their teeth, or whatever they had left of them. Unnecessary: while the sheer vastness of wealth was surreal to most, if not all, and the flagrant display of such unusual (some may say suspiciously so), any man that could find the means to produce such a quantity of slugs while avoiding suspicion would know better than to be caught foolishly flaunting the counterfeits. What interested Narrow was what could the man possibly be looking that he was willing to pay up to two year’s wages?<br/><em>“I just bet you know where it is, right on top of the Red Dragons hoard.”</em>Tess played the cynic for a moment before nudging on her partner<em>“Go on then you are always going on about earning money in a proper way. Go and get one of these pieces of paper and let’s see what they say.”</em><br/><br/>“ If it were easy…” he mused coyly back to her  “He’d save the money to do it himself. Risk is a sign the coin is good. I’d be more cautious of the menial tasks with promising pay. ‘Sides: what’d be the fun in that?” He mused back.<br/>“Though there might be some hurry if he’s doubling the reward simply for finishing two days early.” Narrow pondered loud enough for Tess to pick up. In fact, why come to a merchant station like Bishon? Sure there were worse places to go about it, but if he wanted to be sure in securing the item, there were enough swords-for-hire in the city to organize a party for retrieval. Certainly be more suited to the task than throwing coins at strangers in the street. Cost clearly wasn’t an issue to this man, so the issue must be in the deadline. Narrow shrugged. “I guess some people are just impatient -- that or the money has given him nothing better to do but watch us commoners struggle like dire rats for a piece of meat. Don’t matter either way: we ain’t paid to solve the client’s problems; just do what they ask of us.”<br/><br/>Headed down on toward the improvised stage of the caravan, he moved patiently to avoid the shoving of foolhardy brutes and thugs that apparently thought accepting first would give them the extra few seconds needed to swiftly accomplish the quest. Weaving between the more indecisive applicants, Narrow grabbed a pouch and sliver of parchment, heading back to his partner before viewing the contents. On the way back he passed by a female halfing and gnome and -- wait... why was that bust familiar?<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP:</strong> 12/12<br/><strong>AC:</strong> 12 [explorer’s outfit]<br/><strong>Grit:</strong> 2/2</div></div>