Utterly Mad

Woo


Ok, first, you cult bastards.
This is a bar full of poor farmers unwilling to leave their families and farms to join your crusade.


second, Elena

"well, you see, im the head of a local Mercenary guild, but no one is willing to take a job request we just got. a few bandits have been taking down people in the wilds, but the local mercs refuse to go on the mission, something about holy ground or curses. I would provide Weaponry, i just need any bastards willing to do it."

the dog barks

Pax: your ale is average tasting for ale.