Not Another Hero

Thus disguised, I made my way across the city to the market district in search of a group of travelers who might accept my services in some form.



The Last Draught was a well-known stop for passers-through. None of its patrons gave me a second look as I entered and began to take in the crowd. I floated casually around the bar while eavesdropping on the drinkers. I found three groups who seemed about to leave town.



A group of wandering players was headed south to greener pastures and bigger crowds. I knew I could use my considerable talent for acrobatics to make myself useful and I could possibly convince them to consider another destination.



A band of mercenaries drinking heavily made no secret that they were headed north to find work on the frontier. The threat of war with our neighbor always loomed and fighters like these came from all over the impoverished kingdom in search of glory and riches. I wasn't much of a fighter, but I'd remembered enough anatomy to serve as a decent medic.



Members of a merchant caravan were preparing to travel to the mines in the west. I could likely convince them to take me on as an advisor in legal matters - though I knew I could talk my way into any of these groups with ease.