Not much to tell. Heard the war horn of the recruiters and packed my bags. Slipped out in the dead of night, I did. And I'm proud of it. What good is fighting when the Tuatha don't die? Besides, I'm a businessman. I got my hands on a pass into Ysa, and the rest has been waterfalls and walks by the river.
“Get over here. We don't abide by strangers in Ysa. In this city, everyone is family. If you want to get around the Peace Edict, you'll have to keep your voice down.”
“It's not exactly the Quays of Rathir, or even the Hospitalis Quarters of Adessa, but Felltown has its charm. If you find out what it is, be sure to come and find me.”
“The dockside district in Rathir is a lovely place... if you're looking to have your throat cut, or contract a nasty disease. Remember it next time you travel there.”
“Well, technically we're not supposed to carry or sell weapons in Ysa... but... I've found a few loopholes. As have you... If you're in the market for something deadly, I'm your man. Just don't go blabbing about it to the Fae. They've got buds of brains.”
