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Setting:Reshtev Tavern, Lraza, Southern District
Characters Present:Krahdt and SOURAV
While enjoying a drink of ale, and entertaining eachother with stories, an old man begins to walk in the direction of their table. "Ho there, Young Fellows" he says. "I need something taken care of, you both look like you could use a couple of gold pieces and I'd be more than happy to pay you for your effort. I seem to have lost my Ring, I believe it was stolen by a Blonde Haired boy in the neighborhood. Do you think you could help me find it?" The Old man takes a seat and stares at the two eagerly.

Krahdt glances up at the old man suspiciously and says "Firstly, my name is Kradht and what is yours?"

"Ah Ha! Forgive me young one, I forget my manner in my old age. My name is Riko. I hail from the Northern District, but was here shopping because the fruits are so much more ripe."

"Ah, well, enlighten me good sir. What does this ring do? Who is said young man which stole it?"

"Ah, Tis a magical thing, it is. You see, the wearer of this ring, well... He can, uhm, FLY! Yes, Yes, he can fly to the heavens if he wanted. And well, I was wearing it and I, uhm, got tired of flying and..." He looks away, then looks up, and back at Krahdt and SOURAV. "I got tired. So I took it off. As soon as I had it in my pouch, THIS pouch here!" He points to a small leather pouch on his belt. "I felt a something, I looked down and saw the dirty blonde headed fetcher hand come right out and before I knew it he was gone into the crowd. I asked around and people were reluctant to give me information. You see, I often come here for the Ripe fruits, and... well... These people aren't the most educated, so I am able to haggle them down to almost nothing pretty easily. Some began to realise how much they were losing and now most of the Southern District Folk don't trust me. Do you think you could help me?" He looks around, as if to make sure there isn't anyone getting ready to attack him from behind him.

Krahdt glances suspiciously behind Riko and then back at him. "Hmm, any proof this ring in question would be yours and not said boys we would be going after?"

"Well proof? Proof you ask? Yes, let me get out my written receipt right here... It's in my Carriage outside." The old man goes outsied the tavern and comes back 2 minutes later with something in his hand. He pulls out a scrunched piece of cloth, badly written, it says 'The Magical Flying Ring of Flying belongs to Riko and no cents' "SEE THERE! It does belong to me, I have a reciept and EVERYTHING! Now are you going to get my ring, or shall I spend my 100 gold on someone more reliable and ready to do an easy quest?"

"Aye, I'll do your quest old man. Tell me more about this boy who stole the ring."

"Well... He was short, had Blonde hair..." He closes his eyes, as if to concentrate as hard as he can on what he witnessed. "About this high." He motions up to his hip. "And he was quick as a Krau"

"Is that all you've got for me? Well, I'll be off then to collect your ring."

"What do you mean is that all I got? He was in my pouch and then out into a crowd? I'm sorry I'm not some SUPERDWARF who can slow down time, stare at something until I remebmer it and then let time go back to normal again. Go get my ring before I find another mercenary."

"Aye, well I don't want to go roughing up anyone shorter than me with straw colored hair for some gold now do I? Best to be sure from the start. Off I go then." Krahdt turns towards Sourav, "You coming?".

Sourave, slumps in his chair further, and then falls off completely, lying on the floor in a deep sleep. "HAHA! The ale must have got the boy" Says the bartender.

"Well, I'm off, alone then it looks it." Kradht glares at Sourave and puts down the coin he owes for his drinks and his tip and heads out of the inn in search of this blonde young man.

As he walks outside the tavern, he sees a place of wonder and magic. Shops not more than a feet apart line the sidewalks. Peddlers of everything scream and shout for the attention of potential buyers. A young peddler jumps in front of Kradht and says "Hiyo, I'm Jio. What is your name?"

Krahdt looks the peddler up and down, wary and surprised. "My names Krahdt, what's your business?"

"Whatever you need is my business." The peddler says excitedly.
He opens his coat to reveal all sorts of odd miscellaneous things, not one of them looking usefull. "Take your pick, name an item and I can probably find it."

Krahdt plants his feet and looks at him and thinks for a moment. "Hmm, I don't need to buy anything, but I am looking for a small blonde male who stole a ring earlier. If you have information on either that person or a ring was sold to you recently I'd be interested in that."

"Why yes, I did happen upon said ring" he says. " A young lad about this high" He points up to his hips, and pats Kradht on the head. "Haha, he was about your height actually... Well, not as hairy. Anyway, no matter of his height. I sold that ring at market for a far greater value at market in the North Part of town. You see, us Southerners may be stupid, but those Northerners can't keep their hands off anything shiny. I made myself quite a profit, yes I did."

"Really, would you be willing to show me where this ring happens to be then? I've been hired to find it by the original owner who it was stolen from."