“Here’s to all volunteers, those dedicated people who believe in all work and no pay”
Volunteer, a word used by people of power to encourage the masses to work for free, so they don’t have to pay. No way this fat man was going to get out of getting a Volunteer and not pay.
He was stood there smiling with some dopey looking human, sorry half elf, his ears and eyes was a give away. His clothing, armour, huge sword and dear gods he was bearing the symbol of Iomedae he goes by the name of Connor. Great hes one of those protectors of justice. Justice, mind you made by the rich and powerful, often to keep the rich and powerful just that. Last time I had any dealings with one of these, involved me having to find a nice hole and wait. Meh how was I suppose to know that fat priest had so many guards wandering behind him.
The fat man, who turned out to be a the Mayor spotted another Victim, this one turned out to be a half-orc. Looking at this half-orc, which wasnt as ugly as some I have seen, also turned out to be religious as well, from the necklace hanging from the neck I wasnt sure what he was prob some war god worshiper (edit, wow didn’t I get that wrong, some god of of freedom and liberation)
This fat annoying Mayor, explained they needed some Heroic people to light the flame in some lantern which keeps the village safe. And we were the ones to do it. Seems every year same day it happens, Just a few days south of here and back again.
Why do I get the feeling that these black robed people was some sort of secret cult and we was all going to be high on the alter menu, with a side dish of daggers in various organs. I guess he saw my skeptical looks and said dont worry we usally send some suitable villagers, but this year there was none of suitable age (yeah that made me feel a LOT better)
“How Much”, dammit if I’m going to be traipsing off into the forest, I’m damned if I’m doing it for free, if they are going to mess around sending me off course for a week, they might as well pay me for it. I’m pretty sure I heard Esdalf chuckling at me, Dammit he knew this was going to happen, damn that cranky old, dead, wizard. I had to remind him of that
No need to curse me apprentice, it does your soul good, to do good deeds. Us with power should help the less gifted
I’ll help them alright, but by my needs come first as well. And they can afford to pay. They are not that poor, the cut of the clothes and that jewelry is worth more than they are saying.
The mayor (whos name was Uptal, hmm more like Uptight) explained that if we didn’t have supplies we could, at a discount stock up. So give us discounted crap and make some money from us. This damn bloke was more crooked than me.
A quick visit to the local store, had me almost humming with glee. How that fool shopkeeper can make a profit was amusing, After some haggling and saying it was for a worthy cause, I got out of them a nice tidy profit of supplies, and a nice mule. While I’m no animal expert, I could tell it was a good mule, and seemed to take a liking to me, However unfortunate name Cryspy. it nibbled at my coat sleeve in a friendly way so I will try to do what I can to make it NOT live up to its name
All set off we went south through the path with the villagers cheering and huzzaing, like a pack of squawking buzzards. I’m pretty sure I saw some of them sniggering as well, no doubt happy to keep the mayor happy and to see us leave the village on some fools errand.
Off we traipsed into the Forest, What Fun