The road ahead is blocked by a richly dressed, hooded man who sits astride a horse led by a page. From beneath the hooded man’s cowl, you can see the ravages of age upon his face. A closer inspection reveals areas of stretched skin that cover the eye sockets. But despite his shocking appearance, a reassuring smile spreads across his face.
He welcomes you by name, though you have never seen him before. “Greetings from my Noble Lord,” he cries, “I bear you a message.”
When your caravan was attacked you somehow managed to escape, unlike your employer, unfortunately. You have finally reached the city of Karlaak, and are seeking employment before your funds run out and to ensure that no-one connects you with the disappearance of the caravan. Fortunately, you seem to have an opportunity …