Tales of the Old

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Rain is pouring from the skies when an elderly man steps of the boat at Port Avanthyr. Another man, in his later years as well, seems to be awaiting his arrival.

"Seffus" the man says as a form of greeting " hope you've haven't been waiting in this rain too long"

"Just a bit Olaf" The man smiles while releasing a cough "But even then, after all we've been through a mere cold will not be the end of me"

"I know you're tougher then that" Olaf laughs and then turns more seriously again "Have you made the arrangements I asked you for ?"

Seffus nods "We'll be staying at the Menacing Mariner, a local tavern that fits the description you gave me. The rooms are cheap and the crowd loud, noone there will question our coming and going."

"Good, lead me towards it. We'll talk further while walking"

Seffus nods again and the two men start walking. After a brief encounter with the local authorities where the needed documents and legal matters where taken care of both men arrived at the tavern and took place at one of the tables where they continued talking.

" .... WAITER !!! We ain't getting any younger here you know ... "

" .... A goblin chief you say, and some rats and bats. Not the most prestigous of jobs but we can't be picky at this point ... "

" ... Close the door will ya, the draft is killing me ..."

And so they talked discussing their further plans.

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A few weeks passed. Weeks wich Olaf and Seffus filled by doïng mundane jobs and exploring the lands surrounding Sundren. And so they became more established with these lands further working towards a greater goal. One day, while sitting at the Mariner, Olaf requested a specific task from Seffus.

"The time has come, old friend, for me to face my demons. To come eye to eye with my bane, in order to understand it's essence and how to overcome or at least prolong it."

Olaf coughed and then cleared his throat before continueing.

"Therefor I ask of you to guide me towards the border of those caves we visited down the hills, the ones where you took the life of the goblin chief. From there you will leave my side, the research and rituals I intend to perform need to be done on my own. "

"but ..." Seffus tried to interfere.

"This is no request but an order my friend. After 3 days and none sooner, if I haven't returned come and seek me. If I've fallen, retrieve my body and bring it towards a priest who can revive my old bones. In case you cannot locate my body and I am permantly lost, you are freed from your duties towards me."

"Are you sure you want to do this Olaf ?"

Olaf nodded " I'm sure I can replenish some of my old vigor by doing so. If not I will at least have tried. If we just stay on this certain path we're following, in the end, we'll just wither without having reached our fullest potential. "

Seffus grinned "You old fool. But if that is your wish so be it. Let me prepare for travel first before heading towards the hills"

After a while the two men stood at the border of the caves. Seffus in his old rusted armor, longsword at hand and Olaf dressed robes carrying a few supplies, mainly scrolls and potions.

"Better be back in 3 days ..."

And so the two men parted