- Markshire PCs:
a bald man with a green beard walks up to the mysterious note hanging in mid air. He has been a long time away from central Markshire, scouting on the fringes of the known world, but he is returned now, and ready to once again help the hardy folk of this freezing land. he reaches down and scratches his feline companion’s neck.
“well now Storm… let us head to the stash, and see if we can fill this needy citizen’s request.”
The 700lb panther issues a low growl…
“well of course I will discern the intent before I deliver the goods.”
They both set off on a meandering course.
(ooc: I have at least one full bag, but pc must be good align!)