You stare at the ruby and try and decide what you want to do. Your conscience gets the best of you and you decide to pass on the ruby. You then head across the street to the blacksmith. "Sorry sweetheart, I don't think you have the strength to be a blacksmith" you hear from the blacksmith when you tell him you want the job. That just leaves the "Drunken Fiddler" the local tavern.
It is still fairly early in the morning so when you enter the tavern, you are not surprised that it is almost deserted. The only occupants of the bar are the friendly looking bartender, the barmaid cleaning a table, and a shady looking woman sitting in the corner of the bar drinking a beer. You approach the bar tender.
"Would you like anything to drink?" he asks you
"Yea would love one" you say handing him a gold coin. He throws you a beer.
"New in town eh? What brings you to Avara?"
"Well I used to be part of a town called Bowerstone. We were in a war with the a nearby village and I was part of a elite squad assigned with protecting the king and queen. We were good at our job however the war ended and we were no longer needed. We decided to head west in search of a new life"
"Wow exciting life" you hear someone say behind you. You turn around and the woman who was sitting in the corner of the room is now standing behind you. Mind if I take a seat?"
"Not at all"
"If you are looking for a bit of coin, I hear the woods of Blashire has riches you would not believe in them. I was planning on heading out there tomorrow and could use some help." she says
"Sounds tempting, I'll have to think it over though"
"You don't have to decide right now, just let me know what you decide by morning"
You tell her you will and the two of you chat for and drink for the remainder of the night. You learn that her name is Nova. She, like you, used to be in the town guard until her town was ransacked by bandits. Since then she has been doing anything to make ends meet. The more you drink, the less professional your conversation ends. The last thing you remember is dancing on the bar table, then you black out.
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