A Dangerous Road for Risky Investments

Perhaps it's no surprise that a figure in a dark green robe strutted across the pavement as he pasted a message on the bulletin. It was a straight forward message. He didn't bother hiding his face. It was Azyl. After posting the bulletin, he walked off in the dark of night, followed by the sounds of a rushing wagon.

I thought this would be a nice way to meet everyone while having some sort of motivation or purpose. Let's have a trading caravan going. I hear outlaws are getting out of hand. Do a bit of privateering for yourself with maybe trading goods from city or city or going on a bounty hunt. Seems like a good idea right? No questions asked. You get what you earn.

-A.D.

It'd be great if someone brought food for this annoying imp that doesn't stop complaining about eating...

((Where is this posted?))

((Oh shoot. Tara. And the time isn't stated on purpose.))

A letter comes in to Azyl:

If you're having problems with bandits, might I suggest looking into the Corenite Trading Guild?

Stranger

Returning to Tara, Azyl looks around the city that was blanketed by nightfall. The familiar feeling of inferiority strikes quite well as it swells inside his body. Wealth, poverty; It all meant nothing to him now. All that remained was survival. The letter disturbed Azyl's thoughts. To join the Corenite Trading Guild, or not? All he knew was that joining one organization will make him an enemy of another organization no doubt. Taking out a letter he had wrote before entering a dungeon, he posted it on the bulletin in Tara. He was uncomfortable with making enemies, and even more uncomfortable taking sides. <Profits can't be made without the risk to seek opportunity I suppose...> He thought as he looked around and then left the bulletin quickly. Azyl wasn't a big fan of crowds... or popularity.

Resently receeved a letter about an orgenization. I'd like to know morre.

A letter is sent back:

The tradehouse in Emain Macha can tell you what you need. We don't have any adequate fliers to send out, bit it seemed aligned to your interests in open trade.

Stranger