Welcome to Rothrian!

A little dizzy, you nearly trip over the basket near your feet. Someone grabbed your arm and steadied you. "Better be careful there," a voice warned. You look up to find yourself staring into the green eyes of a young man. His black hair was spiked from the brisk wind and he had a firm grip. "Thanks." You brush off. "My pleasure. You are new around here aren't you?" His assumption was spot on. You have no idea where you are or how you got there. Now that you mention it, you're not even wearing the jeans and t-shirt that you normally wear. Instead, your clothing consisted of a dark blue tunic that reached your knees and a sleeveless brown jerkin. A small dagger was stuck in your belt. "Uh, yeah. I am. Do you mind telling me where the closest town is?" you ask politely. "Sure. But the nearest town is about twenty miles to the west. The nearest village is about half a mile's walk that way." He pointed to worn road that led off in one direction. "Find the innkeeper and tell him Wurren sent you. He'll give you a week's board in a nice room. That'll probably give you enough time to enjoy the village." "Thanks again. Sounds delightful." You start down the path and only then turn around to thank the young man, but he is gone. Even his grey stallion that had been standing next to him had vanished. Shrugging it off, you continue on your way to the village.

Related Characters

• Wurren,