The Adventurer’s Guild was nearly silent this m. Even with a room full of rowdy adventurers, they knew when to keep their mouth shut. One of those times was when Tom held out a piece of part, with Vice Master Paul standing right behind him.

  An annou.

  However, Adam was looking out to Paul, only just realising he hadn’t seen the Vice Master in some time. ‘Huh. Where have you been, Paul?’ It was still unnerving to see Paul so full of joy and life, in parison to his previous life where he was far more solemn and grey. Even so, Adam couldn’t help but smile at Paul’s current demeanour.

  “I’m sure you’ve all been waiting for this annou,” Tom said, staring at the part in his hands. “It’s official. The undead have begun to rise.”

  The adventurers roared with joy, pumping their fists out into the air. They hollered and howled like baboons. Jurot had remaianding with his arms crossed, silent like death. Adam g him, w why he wasn’t as excited as the other adventurers. Then, like it had been rehearsed, the adventurers grew silent, leaving a moment of pause to allow Tom to tinue.

  “The excursions have begun. We already have a few parties in mind to send out to deal with the prote of the various settlements nearby, and some which will assist the nearby fort. Then there’s the matter of the undead hot spots, which we’ll assign groups of parties to. Those who haven’t been picked may take any undead request as they e in, though you should be quick sihey’ll sell out like hot cakes.”

  ‘Hot cakes! I should have bought some of those!’ Adam shook his head slightly, thinking about all the various breads and pastries he should be trying in this world. The bread had been alright, some of it had been some of the best bread he had ever had, but the desserts were what he was aiming for. ‘I should create a food review service…’

  “We will have a list up on the wall of the parties we have chosen from all those who had put their names down. I hope that you will behave accly. The prices for various things might go up, but you’ll also be making a lot more money in this time. If you cause trouble, the Adventurer’s Guild will be having a word with you.” Tom’s lips made a smile, but his eyes were as ral as always. The unnerving smile caused the adveo think twice about how much they’d be drinking for the few weeks.

  Without saying goodbye, Tom turned and stepped aside, having much better things to do than to babysit all the adventurers.

  Jurot followed after him, with Adam stepping up after the Iyrman. “We wish to take the route along the vilges towards the Iyr,” he said.

  Tom owards Jurot. He had been informed by the Iyrmen previously about the matter, so he had prepared all the right paperwork. Showing favouritism wasn’t best for the guild, but when it came to the Iyrmen in this town, there was o think twice about assisting them.

  Tom, of all people, uood how easy his life was because his neighbours were an army of thousands of highly skilled warrior people. The amount of work which had been saved due to the Iyrmen could be piled high in this entire room. So what if they wanted him to spend an hour or two this week to assist? He wasn’t stupid enough to deny an Iyrman’s wishes.

  “The pay will be sent by the vilgers, and it will be up to them how much you will receive. That was the ditio in order to allow you to head to the Iyr.” Tom looked up at Jurot, waiting for his approval.

  Yet, instead of nodding his head, Jurot turo Adam. “What do you think?”

  ‘?’ Tom bliurning his head to Adam.

  “Sounds good to me,” Adam said, shrugging his shoulders. “As long as they don’t scam us. We should keep my skin dition a secret from them, though. If they find out I’m, you know…” Adam twitches his ears, only to realise they were hidden behind his helmet, and so poio where they would be instead. “They might not pay us much.”

  Jurot urning back to fa, staring him in his fused eyes. “It is acceptable.”

  “I have firmed that you are willing to accept the quest,” Tom said. “Ohe letters arrive at the end of the month, I will have the rewards prepared.”

  “Oh, before I leave.” Adam gnced around to see if any adventurers were paying attention. He leaned ihe ter. “Is there an adventuring party known as Dark Harvest?”

  Tom nodded his head. “There is.”

  “Would you mind describing them to me?” Adam cleared his throat. “Just in case I have the wrong party.”

  ‘Suspicious!’

  ‘Suspicious!’ Tom nodded his head slowly. “They’re made up of a halfzer, a devilkin, a half orc, a feynt, and a gnome.”

  Adam he eime until he heard about the gnome. ‘A ghough it did sound like the party he knew. “Well, would you mind passing on a message to them for me in case they ever swing by?”

  “I ,” Tom said, bringing out a letter.

  “Please tell them that if they are ever heading up north into the Snownds, that I would be willing to go with them as a porter. Tell them that I, you know, have certain abilities.” Adam winked, only to realise he was still wearing his helmet. “I winked, but I’m sure you know what I’m talking about.”

  Tom nodded iurn. “Is there anything else you’d like me to add?”

  Adam thought for a long moment. He o get their attention somehow, but he wasly sure how. “Ah, right. Tell them that I would love to meet them before they go. Even if they don’t want me, I highly reend that they should meet me.” Adam go Jurot. “Want to e along? There’s something that I want to show you. After that, I’ll tell you it, my secret.”

  Jurot’s ears perked up. “I’ll go.”

  “Then please let them know that an Iyrman is willing to quest with them too.” Adam smiled wide. Having an Iyrman at his side was more useful than he expected. Adam shuddered, feeling how dirty it was to use Jurot to his be, but he o head north in order to find Freya.

  [You still feel bound by your previous life?]

  ‘Something like that.’

  [Do you really wish to be burdened by your sed life?]

  ‘Only the ma mehose who are fed through burdens.’

  [Do you really think that sounded cool.]

  ‘Yes.’

  Tom stared at Adam for a long moment, before writing down a few more notes onto the letter and Adam’s personal file. He was a little too suspicious, and so the guild o take that into sideration. If Adam ended up being someoh ill iions, they may have to send some of the Bck Masks.

  “Since we’re going to fae undead, shouldn’t we grab some blunt ons?” Adam asked.

  Jurot agreed, nodding his head as he followed Adam out. Adam stepped towards the nearby fe, hearing the weling sounds of a magical hammer striking against metal to bend it to its will.

  Adam reached up to kno the door, only to find Jurot’s hand on his shoulder. “Hmm?”

  “We should not bother the dwarf,” Jurot said.

  ‘How iing. I didn’t realise that Jurot would hold him in such high respects.’ Adam smiled. “Don’t worry, he won’t think I’m a bother.”

  Jurot kept a hand on Adam’s shoulder, squeezing it gently, before pulling it back. He had warned Adam, and so whatever would happen from here on out would be his fault.

  Adam knocked on the door. “Salt mother’s blessings upon you, great master of the fe.”

  Jurot blinked. He tilted his head. He spped the side of his head, w if his ears had stopped w.

  The sound of hammering had stopped, and Thundersmith ed himself up quickly, before stomping over to the door to open it up. He o great the good fellow who spoke the good word of the salt mother and the earth fa-

  “Good m,” Adam said.

  Thundersmith’s face was full of abject terror, aried to shut the door, only to find the half elf’s boot blog the way. ‘It’s real! I thought it was all a dream! A terrible nightmare!’

  “I’m here to buy a warhammer. I thought, who in this town has the best warhammers for sale? I recalled that there was a good dwarf here, and so it naturally led me to the greatest fe withiown” Adam smiled through his helmet.

  Even though Thundersmith couldn’t see the half elf’s face, he could feel the smile of an elf right ahead of him. “Hurry in now! Otherwise they’ll think I’m a na good dwarf, sellin’ ta a leaf ear!”

  Adam quickly stepped inside, not wishing the reputation of the good dwarf to be sullied. Had it been someone else, he would have caused an issue, but he wasn’t in the business of disrespeg a dwarf. One day he’d push through the tough exterior of the dwarf, and he’d le himself in the gooey interior.

  Jurot followed in too, rubbing his ear. “Hello, master dwarf.”

  “Ah, an Iyrman. Finally, some good pany.” Thundersmith ihe Iyrman inside more respectfully. “He with ya?”

  “Yes,” Jurot replied.

  Thundersmith sighed. “There’s only ohing ah don’t like about ya Iyrmen, that ya sometimes cater ta elves, but no one’s perfect.”

  “Is it not the way,” Jurot said, “to judge someone based on their race.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” Thundersmith grumbled.

  Adam was already sing the area, trying to find a det warhammer that he could use.

  SpellGuidance1D3 = 1 (1)Perception CheckD20 + 2 + 1 = 14 (11)

  It wasn’t hard to find warhammers, they were favourite ons of dwarves everywhere, though it was a hard sele.

  “Which is your cheapest warhammer?” Adam asked. “I don’t dare cim I afford most of the items you make.”

  “Ah don’t sell cheap warhammers.”

  “A good thing I wasn’t asking for a cheap warhammer, otherwise I would have made it. Which warhammer is your most affordable for a Copper Rank adventurer who is still wet behind his pointy leaf ears?”

  “Ah don’t sell ta Copper Rank adventurers.”

  “Then perhaps to a man with a good heart, master Thundersmith. If this was about my life, I would have gotten a det warhammer from anywhere, but I’m currently on a quest to defend a few vilges from undead. We’re no loalking about my no good life, but the life of civilians. Master Thundersmith, please, if you would be so kind.”

  Thundersmith’s lips twitched, his brows furrowed. ‘This no good half elf.’ He marched his way to a warhammer which he had tossed aside, something he hadn’t quite finished yet. “Ah’m not selling this ta ya, cause it’s not a warhammer ta be sold under me name. Yeh’r going ta leave sixty gold on tha table, and yer going ta take it with ya.”

  “Right,” Adam said.

  Currency75GP -> 15GP

  Adam ted out each , in case the dwarf would threaten him for paying incorrectly. Thundersmith had half expected Adam to leave. ‘How in the rock did he mao earn so much ? It’s only been a week!’ He spent most of his time smithing, and so didn’t really hear much about outside his fe, other than maybe once a month.

  Yet, Adam pced down the . Thundersmith could no longer run away. He pced the warhammer down oable, and Adam lifted it up.

  It was a well made warhammer, one which could easily be seen as dwarven made. There was no obvious fw within the warhammer, but he was sure that there was something, somewhere, which Thuih didn’t like. Perhaps it was the shape of one of the knobs, or maybe it was because it was a fra of a millimetre too thin somewhere, and so the dwarf had thrown it away. To a human or a half elf, like Adam, this was a great on.

  Adam felt he weight of the warhammer, swinging it twice, feeling the way it dislodged the air around him. “It was my pleasure doing business with you, master dwarf.”

  “Aye, it was.”

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  Oh Thundersmith, how adorable your racism is.

  Wait a sed.

  Warhammer?

  Is the author making a statement about how for some reason racists are attracted to a niche hobby which is currently milking them dry for so much money, all the while they worship a god emperor who failed in his goals in life?

  No.

  No I'm not.

  He just bought a warhammer, that's all.