Let it be known that Guildmaster Wesley is assembling a company of the Guild's most seasoned and proven hands for a charge of the gravest importance.
This is no bounty, no caravan escort, no clearing of a cellar. One of our own — Gniles — has received a call across an oath he swore in blood and honor: a summons from one he is bound to protect, now lost somewhere beyond the reach of any road we could name. She is alive. She is waiting. And the trail begins the only place it can — with a single name carried across in a terrified whisper.
That name belongs to a bard, and as fate would have it, the bard is bound for Springreach within the fortnight.
Wesley is not sending green hands after this one. He is calling in the veterans — those who have walked into the dark before and walked back out — because he suspects, and rightly, that what waits at the end of this thread is worth the whole Guild's measure.
If you have proven yourself, present yourself. The Guildmaster wants his best at the table when the bard takes the stage.
(This arc is expected to take 3-4 sessions and will require you to make a duplicate character sheet.)
Daxo Paw ~8~
