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Spectre
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The rain was coming to Westmarch, but slowly. The day had been windy, and gray, and it was now spitting rain. Some were hurrying themselves to seek shelter indoors, and others were just pulling up the hoods on their cloaks and cowls. The streets were muddy, water beginning to pool in hoof-prints and cart tracks.
The reddish-brown roof of the Blue Goose inn was unmistakable, the largest building in the southern side with a large chimney at each end- that smoke always seems to slowly rise from. The front of the building faced North, and the street. It had a slight porch and a hanging sign with- you guessed it- an image of a goose painted in blue.
Inside, the Bartender was setting five tankards of ale on a server's tray. Since it was near mid-day, was sparsely populated and quiet. The air inside was filled with the smell of cooked meats, and flowing alcohol, and a bard was playing a light tune on his lyre in a corner, humming along. The server made her way with the tray of ales to a table toward the far end of the inn- five people seated, but a few more standing around.
At the head of the rectangular table was a fit man in his early forties- ragged dark hair, and the showings of a dark beard. He spoke plainly, but his voice had a bit of edge to it.
"I'm glad you all have come. I know some of you are fresh off the boats- but we appreciate your punctuality." his voice gravelly, thankful- yet weary. He looked around to each person seated at the table. A bearded northman, a young man in a leather jacket, a looker of a woman with wavy black locks, a thinner man with graying orange hair... All of them new to the guild, while others standing about had been in the city for a month or more already. They were mostly there to gawk, and meet the newcomers.
"This should really be a cut and dry task. One not entirely unheard of- especially for newcomers to Westmarch via the guild." He didn't pause long before he continued. "We've been tasked to check out a small encampment just north of here. They were supposed to be setting up a new quarry, but we haven't heard from them, nor seen stone incoming. It's been three weeks- and we should have heard from them a few days ago." he nodded in thanks to the server, who had set the tankards before all seated members of the table, and made her way back to the bar. "Our job - er... 'you' job, is to head north, find the valley they went to, and make sure they're not in need of anything."
He gripped his tankard's handle, and raised his mug- "I'm sure you'll have questions. They can all be adressed to your guild mentor- Thea." He nodded to her direction, to where she sat at an empty round table, looking out a back window overlooking the port and sea. "But for now, welcome to the Guild, and happy lookin'." He gestured in cheers, and took a swig of his drink.
The handful of other adventurers around chuckled, and gave a light 'cheer' as well.