Chapter I. - The road to the Elf forest
You have all read the letter, altough you know what's going on already. The Burubu started to send legions to Nabarria ten years ago. They have conquere and settled in the south of the island centuries before, and after a stalemate situation, they are on the move again, heading for Dwarfland, to seize their famous mithral. A pity there are some towns in their way. Wolverineton is such a town. The lord of the Regency, Archduke William is away in Birminstone, which is reaported to be already under siege. Wolverineton currently hosts two militias, which are too weak to have even the slightest chance against a Burubu legion. You know Shean D'Raylee, the captain of the arms. He's a stong man despite his hair already begun to turn white, and the Archduke gave him full authority with the town's defense before leaving.
You came to the Mayor's house to register for the task. There are seven of you, who volunteered to deliver the letter to Elfland. The light rain just stopped as you reached the Mayor's house. Few people were on the streets, mostly peasants and craftsmen, passing by. A servant was waiting for you at the door of the manor, altough he didn't let you in until four o'clock.
Please come in. The lord is waiting for you. - the servant asked you, altough he eyed with the elves with barely hidden dislike in his face.
The servant guides you to the hall, where the army captain is sitting behind a large oak table, writing a letter. As you notices you, he finishes the letter and after folding it, puts it into an envelope and seals it with his signet ring. The man is quite impressive, and has a rather solid built, despite his age. He wears his steel armor even in his "office", along with some red and yellow cloths, the colours of the Archduke. An armed soldier stands guard near the door, leaning against the wall. He looks at the elves and the dwarf with distrust, but says nothing.
Well met, brave souls. - Shaen greets you all, but his eyes hang on Kaz Qualther for some time. - You know well the importance and the difficulty of this task, yet you volunteered, and I'm truly grateful for this.
Regrettably, I can't send my soldiers on this task, the Burubu must not become aware of our plans. Time and secrecy is of essence. But before we get to the details, why wouldn't we introduce ourselves? As you might very well know, I am Shaen D'Raylee, head officer of the defense forces of Wolverineton, Lord of Lower Chesterdale.
He looks at you, waiting for your intoductions. Meanwhile, a pretty, young human girl comes in with a bottle of wine and cups, offering you a drink. She smiles at you, especially at Eammon and Dafydd, and her face turns a little red.