Drunn

Dear All,

Congratulations for making it thus far.

Continue up the greenway heading North from Trestlebridge until you reach a pool with a copse of trees nearby. Be wary for orcs often patrol this area and you would not wish to run into them unnecessarily. If you do however then collect their eyeballs to prove how many you have slaughtered. Each eyeball is worth twenty five silver pieces, so fifty per orc.

Dear diary, or whatever it is you want to be called - I prefer that bit of paper that I rant about life on, but diary is a bit easier to say. Still, hello! It has been a while since I wrote in you my friend. Lots of things have happened since then. Seems I'm always galavanting off to all corners of the world. Went with Flynagin and his folks up to Forochel and then to Evendim and I went off with Drunn into the wilderness and all sorts.

One of my fondest memories was when I casually faked my death for no reason other than because I could. We were in the Pony. By we, I mean me and Threland, the troublesome duo of hatted, alcoholic terror that plagues the drinking houses of Breeland and even beyond at times. Obviously we had drunk some ale although not excessively; instead we were basking in the glorious glow of that pre-tipsy stage where the world starts to fall into place once more - basically the state that I spend almost the entirety of my life at.

((These are a series of notes Ar-Iskandir keeps in his safe house, under lock. He is frequently updating the information))

Profiles - Persons of Interest

Dreothorn fell on the wooden floor of the carriage. "I will see you soon Dreothorn. At the very least, think of this as good opportunity, as Thayalengir will not be able to find you." said the man in the black robes.