An Oath sworn in blood and sweat.

[Aratil Lafaer]

Logan Khazrimi decided that, being the last of the clan, he had one last duty to fulfill. He left a message tacked to the side of the wagon near the campfire in the Exigo Trading Post before boarding a ship and sailing down the coast. It reads as follows:

To whom it may concern,

I've decided to return to the Galena Mountains to my old clanhold to try to give new life to the Khazrimi name. Hopefully I can find a nice woman there and I'll have children to pass my secrets down to, so that they can pass them down to their children, and so on. Who knows? Maybe the clanhold will be filled with orc and goblinkind when I get there and I'll have a good fight ahead of me. Just to show that you're never too old for a good fight.

Much thanks for having me,
Logan

-PS- Tell Miss Juney to right me a letter every once and a while. Maybe by some chance it will actually get to me before I die.



((Now that I realize it, I should've put this in the RP central section... Edit: Thanks for the correction of my error. ^^))

[JuneyGnomey]

Not so long after the note is attached to the ever popular wagon, Juniper wanders by and takes a moment to hoist herself onto her tiptoes, adjust her spectacles and read it through.

Once finished, she lets out a sigh.
"Huh. Seems Gramps actually took my advice. I suppose the one problem with always being right," she mutters to herself, "is that sometimes you just don't want to be."
She kicks a nearby pebble in frustration and wanders away, her shoulders slumped.