Faust awakes from a peaceful night's rest. Looking at the small table next to his bed, he wonders what he should do with the items he took from the bandit. He takes the stranger's satchel and looks at the gems inside. They look dull.
Don't think I can get much use out of these.
He decides he'll give the satchel and sword to the authorities at Dars and let them decide.
These aren't my things. If I take them I'll be no better than the bandit.
However he keeps the gold and the silver mask.
It's not like anyone will need these gold... It doesn't really belong to any one person now. And the mask I'll need...
He takes out the piece of parchment that the madman had, examining it in the daylight.
I thought so. Another of Jack's bounties. I'll probably be able to get the reward if I give him the mask.
He stands up and stretches, gathering his things before leaving the inn, giving a nod of farewell to the innkeeper. Once outside he thinks about summoning his specter to fly him to Dars but decides against it.
It's a nice day for a walk.
He starts back on the path to hunt the Beast of Dars.
Faust's walk burns away half the day as he approaches the mountains seeing the village at the base. Smoke is rising from several chimneys carrying pleasant smells of home cooked meals, causing his stomach to rumble.
"Horace would be your best bet, he's the town's peace keeper. He tries his best, but this business with this beast is beyond his skills. I take it that's the bounty you are here for?" inquired the bartender.
"Probably patrolling the town's border along the woods leading up to the mountains, right now. He may come in later for a warm bowl of stew though." replied the bartender as he made a mug of ale for another patron.
Faust nods, chewing slowly. He decides to wait for Horace to finish his patrol. Meanwhile there is another matter to take care of. Would I talk to the same person about stolen items?
"I'm not sure how much help he can be in helping you to recover what was stolen of yours. Not unless it happened to be one of the town's orphans, they have sticky fingers that lot." grated the bartender as he roughly set down a mug and grabbed another, lost in a past memory likely involving one of the mentioned orphans.
Well then what would be the point in stealing it in the first place?
Faust shakes his head, wondering how this went wrong. I'm trying to hand in items I 'acquired' from a bandit. Items I believe he stole.
"I suppose Horace would be the one to talk to in that case. He's not an official or anything, just the peacekeeper around here. Though that does seem to make him the most eligible person to talk to on this matter..." replied the bartender as he popped a few almonds in his mouth from a bowl he kept behind the bar.
Faust nods, glad that the message got through eventually.
He waits in silence for Horace to finish his patrol, savouring his wine now that he had finished his bread.
An hour went by of patrons passing through, coming up to the bar for drinks and leaving. Finally a man stepped through the entrance, stout but heavily built, the spitting image of a woodsman. He surveyed the room scratching his black full beard before moving his hand to brush back his curly hair. The man looked at the bartender raising a single finger as he approached.
The bartender catching sight of the man said, "Your usual then Horace? Oh and this man wishes to speak with you."
The bartender had nodded towards Faust. Horace strode over next to Faust and sat down heavily accepting the mug of ale. Horace looked Faust over before asking, "What's a traveler want with me?"
Faust looks at the man next to him. A typical outdoorsman, in his prime, with muscles that looks like they're excercised regularly.
Not the kind of guy that even a mage would tangle with.
Heard you're the peacekeeper around here. I came across a bandit on the road. Got some things off him that I believe was stolen. Figured you might find a better use for them than me.
Horace took a deep gulp from his mug before turning in his seat to face Faust. Glancing at Faust's satchel, clothes, and then face Horace said, "I suppose I could put whatever was stolen towards helping with improvements around Dars. Judging from your clothes and that bundle, I take it you're from either Ravnica or Estark. I also assume you're a mage. So what business do you have here in Dars? We're not exactly known for magic."
Horace adjusted in his seat so he was facing forward muttering, "Not unless we had a mage become famous from our village while I was out patrolling."
Faust reaches into the folds of his robe and lays Falin's satchel and the bandit's sword on the table.
You assume right
he says while doing this. I'm a mage from Estark. I heard you've been having trouble with a beast around here, one that caused you to put up a bounty for someone to get rid of it.
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Don't think I can get much use out of these.
He decides he'll give the satchel and sword to the authorities at Dars and let them decide.
These aren't my things. If I take them I'll be no better than the bandit.
However he keeps the gold and the silver mask.
It's not like anyone will need these gold... It doesn't really belong to any one person now. And the mask I'll need...
He takes out the piece of parchment that the madman had, examining it in the daylight.
I thought so. Another of Jack's bounties. I'll probably be able to get the reward if I give him the mask.
He stands up and stretches, gathering his things before leaving the inn, giving a nod of farewell to the innkeeper. Once outside he thinks about summoning his specter to fly him to Dars but decides against it.
It's a nice day for a walk.
He starts back on the path to hunt the Beast of Dars.
Faust's walk burns away half the day as he approaches the mountains seeing the village at the base. Smoke is rising from several chimneys carrying pleasant smells of home cooked meals, causing his stomach to rumble.
Who would I talk to regarding a certain bounty?
Where can I find him?
He asks, swallowing and taking a sip of wine, before attacking the bread again.
Would I talk to the same person about stolen items?
Poor choice of words.
I meant about stolen items that I've found.
He says trying again.
Faust can hear the silent accusation in that single word as well as see it in the bartender's eyes.
Faust tries to stay calm and collected.
Yes, found. I am trying to find someone in this town whom I can return the stolen items to and trust it's in good hands.
Well then what would be the point in stealing it in the first place?
Faust shakes his head, wondering how this went wrong.
I'm trying to hand in items I 'acquired' from a bandit. Items I believe he stole.
He waits in silence for Horace to finish his patrol, savouring his wine now that he had finished his bread.
The bartender catching sight of the man said, "Your usual then Horace? Oh and this man wishes to speak with you."
The bartender had nodded towards Faust. Horace strode over next to Faust and sat down heavily accepting the mug of ale. Horace looked Faust over before asking, "What's a traveler want with me?"
Not the kind of guy that even a mage would tangle with.
Heard you're the peacekeeper around here. I came across a bandit on the road. Got some things off him that I believe was stolen. Figured you might find a better use for them than me.
Horace adjusted in his seat so he was facing forward muttering, "Not unless we had a mage become famous from our village while I was out patrolling."
You assume right
he says while doing this.
I'm a mage from Estark. I heard you've been having trouble with a beast around here, one that caused you to put up a bounty for someone to get rid of it.