"So, 'yer coming along?" Braden mumbled as he shifted himself towards them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He leaned towards the barman and asked for another pint and finishing the one he had.

"Methinks the good master has agreed," says Ardan to the dwarf. "If you care to, we will set out with the dawn."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"That'll be for the best, master Ardan," says Tortric as he sets down another mug of ale for Braden. "Your horse is still being attended to, though your spare is ready to ride."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Well and good, master Tortric," says the bard. To Braden and Jerod, he says, "I shall meet you gentlemen here in the morning."

"And I shall be making sure my equipment is in good order and that my skills haven't deteriorated in my inactivity." Jerod replied. "But first I want a warm meal, if it isn't too much trouble Tortric?"

name morta

 

class wizard

 

age 47

 

race elf

 

weapons a belt of wands for diffent pupouses and a sword

 

a staff aswell

 

looks black hair green eyes 5'7

 

history dosnt like to talk about it