It was Liberation Day in the city of Arnoram. The streets were alive with citizens in various states of inebriation and would become more clogged shortly when the sun set. The people were celebrating their liberation from a vampire regime that had relegated them to livestock with drink, songs, and dance. The scene was far more subdued around the Traveler’s Inn at the edge of the city limits just inside the city walls. Since yesterday word had been spread around town that a Halfling named Darman was in need of a companion on his delivery job to Genaro, and any interested party would have to meet him at the inn’s small tavern so as to join him the next day. As the tavern was full, the Halfling in question sat against the small stables drinking from his flask. In the stall behind him was Roderic, his Bison mount who appeared indifferent to the celebrations and their accompanying noise. Darman himself was a lithe and wavy-haired fellow, stood three feet tall, and on this temperate evening clad in a light yellow cloak and brown tunic. His round hazel eyes occasionally looked up from the map in his hand to passersby, expecting that any moment he would be meeting a willing partner for his delivery. He was an adept Ranger, he would humbly admit, but the man who had hired him was insistent on getting a partner to ensure the package was delivered on time. Darman prided himself on not being the type of fool to not heed such warnings. He took a swig from his ornate flask and continued to plot out the long journey to Genaro. Forests and plains had been the picture of his homeland, so the path he would have to take through the mountains was slightly daunting.