Aaron sat brooding in the tavern in Center, a mug of cheap ale and his breakfast, a plate of eggs, toasted bread and rashers of bacon half finished before him.
He had been busy for the past week. Already he had made some coin, and possibly some friends. The crazy bard, Karn, Breanna the Magician...and Laz.
Laz.
He snorted and shook his head, looking at the plate before him. Eggs!? When he asked Laz, clearly a powerful fighter to train him he hadnt expected his first lesson would be so ridiculous. Bring him a basket of eggs? What in the hells would that prove?
Aaron shook his head again and took a swig from his mug of ale, making a face at the bitter taste. His hangover was killing him, he would have been better off getting some brandy or a tot of whisky, nothing like the hair of the dog that bit you for a hangover, but his funds were limited. Although he had made a little coin, at the rate things were going he would soon have to return to his old methods of making coin...now especially.
Setting up a chicken coop would make a large dent in his already limited funds, and if he had to sit and watch chickens peck at corn and wait for them to start laying eggs (he really didnt know the first thing about chicken farming either! even more reason to be annoyed at his 'task') he wouldnt have time to do any more of the work he had been doing recently.
He had made a bit of coin hunting in the nearby area, bringing skins to Center and selling them, slowly building up some coin while at the same time increasing his skill with the bow, two birds with one stone really, but he wouldnt be able to carry on doing that now, he wouldnt have the time.
What he needed was one large score, large enough so the take from it could keep him fed and a roof over his head until this ridiculous task was completed and he could get back to hunting, and maybe even see about investigating some of the local ruins dotted about. Surely there was bound to be some long forgotten treasures to be found.
His mind wandered as he took another sip of ale. Where was a likely place to find a large enough job though? In Center itself? No, most of the locals were even poorer than him, and besides, robbing a couple of the tents would only cause him problems in the long term and make him need to leave. He was a stranger in town and any thefts would draw the locals straight to him.
Port Hempstead maybe? Or this other town he had heard of...what was it called? Vehl! Yes, those were possibilities. Port Hempstead was fairly large, so surely he would be able to find a likely mark amongst its teeming masses, and easily hide itself among those teeming masses after he was done.
Yes. Port Hempstead made the most sense. He drained his ale, then stood up, pushing his half finished breakfast away across the table. He would have to scout the town out, mark some likely individuals, find a fence, that sort of thing, and there was no time like the present to start.
Reaching into his belt pouch he headed across the common room to the bartender to buy the supplies he would need for the journey.
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If possible, i would like to ask a dm to set up a small CDQ regarding this burglary. Aaron is now level 4, if necesary it can wait until he is level 7, though, the sooner the better
Loving the server by the way, and please let me know if i need to post this request in the appropriate forum or if it is fine here...im still new here
