Jessiah

Jessiah nods at Gillivane's proposal. It seemed sound enough. He makes his way outside the tavern and leans on the wall, waiting for Cognette. He stares blankly on his feet, and his mind wanders on the prospect of visiting the last elven city. Well, the last that he knows of. He also considers the possible task they have to do. With so vague a description and a large sum of gold as reward, it smells nothing short of danger.

Danger. Huh. Since when did I care about danger? There is no greater danger than going back to that place.