(Final day of the 7th month, it is late summer)
It has been ten years since the end of a barbarian invasion that has caused so much damage to the New Kingdoms. Entire nations were burnt to the ground and countless lives were lost. For a town like Braye which managed to survive the chaos, it remains grateful for such a blessing. On the anniversary of the end of the war it holds a festival to remember the lives lost and to appreciate life despite the dark age they live in.
The tradition of the festival was the idea of man named Dentan. It started as something much smaller. He opened a tavern named "One Year" exactly one year since the war had ended. Every anniversary he would change the name of his tavern to match the number of years since. On that day drinks and food would be on the house. This quickly became popular. The church of Pelor and the town council saw this and began to make their own contributions. By the time Dentan's tavern was named "Three Years", the entire town was celebrating on that day.
Now named "Ten Years", the tavern is full with life. The air is clouded with chatter with an occasional drunken cheer. Hours earlier the streets of Braye held a festival, but now that has died down as the sun is about to set and the final portion of the celebrations is coming to an end: a traditional visit to Dentan's tavern for a free drink or bite to eat.
A exhausted, but smiling Dentan, working as barkeeper, leans comfortably against the bar. He's all the more older now a decade has passed, his hair is graying and his face is wrinkled. On the other side sit two men, a half-elf, three dwarves, and one priest. The priest is none other than Noah Cannenbow. Dentan passes Noah a jug of ale. "I don't suppose I should be giving you this, since ya' know... you're a man of faith..." his deep and wise voice says quietly, "But then again, you ain't as uptight as those other guys at central." He is referring the St. Alexander Church of Pelor that sits at the very heart of the town.
In the back three men are gambling with about thirty gold on the table at stake. In their greasy hands they hold five cards. One looks nervous, one looks confident, and one is in a drunken stupor. But loosely watching them from another table alone is the half-dragon ranger only known as Variz. Unknown to him he is also being watched, someone amazed by those two swords he holds at his side. A bald common man pulls up a seat. If he wasn't drunk, he would be much too terrified to approach. "Look at you! I bet you could beat up anyone here... you must be one of them... uh... Paladins!"
Finally, sitting in the darkest corner are three figures: an unnaturally attractive blonde half-elf who is a bit too feminine for his gender, a cloaked, but armored figure, and the devilish tiefling Somoé Ay'Dayeed. "Well, you turned out to be nicer than I've heard. Let's get to the point. There is good news and there is bad news. Starting with bad news, your... father... Del Pourdos, stole something valuable from my employers. And then... he just disappeared! Maybe he is dead, I do not know, but..." his voice is soft and high. He is certainly from somewhere very far from Braye, a city. "They... my employers are firm believers in... bloodlines. They want you to either find your father alive or you return the valuable yourself. A very special little gem."
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