*A pale ranger stumbles into the inn. He is covered in recent wounds and so close to death that he collapses as soon as he is through the door. Recovering himself he slips into the chair offered him by a stranger and begins to speak*
My name is Cristov McFerlan...(he pauses for breath). I come straight from the woods to the North East of Fort Vehl. In my wanderings I was hired to complete a task of vengance. But, (breathing heavily) Me stealth is not enough. All at once I was surrounded, zombies by the hundreds, humungous overgrown skeleton beasts, and these two large devil cats from hell. I fired arrow after arrow but it was no use. It was too much.
*His head drops to the table weary from so much speaking. Suddenly he rises exherting all his strength as he slams his fist to the table*
Who will go with me! I must reclaim my honor. We'll split the loot straight down the middle!
*the ranger again slumps in his chair*
I'll wait at the One Eyed Harpy in Fort Vehl for any who seek an adventure. Send a messenger as I may be out tending to my wounds.