Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150620140931/@comment-5583506-20150629230125

Emperor Maximus wrote: The peasant led Myra down the mountainside, into his small farmhouse.

'Lily, dear, we have a guest!'

'Oh?' came a voice from the next room. 'Who?' In walked an old lady dressed in practical clothing designed for work outside.

'This,' the old farmer said, gesturing to Myra, 'Is Myra. She is a brave warrior, who defeated those savage bandits that keep pestering us.'

Lily looked surprised. 'Really? By the gods, that is impressive! You have no idea how annoying those ruffians were.

'Now, she wants to know, are there any mages nearby?' the old farmer asked. 'I don't know why, but she wants to find one. You are more likely to know about that than I am.

'Mages? Hmm, let me think... ah! yes, I remember now. The closest one that I know of lives quite a few miles to the east, in the middle of the marshes. There's a great big stone circle, and he camps out nearby. Here, I can show you.' She got out an old simple map of the area, and pointed to the mage's camp's location. (How did the farmer know her name? She hasn't told him.)

''If there is anyone who knows how to deal with undeath it oughta be a mage... or at least they might have an idea of someone who does know anything about it.''

"Thank you for your help then", said Myra somberly and headed out from the farmhouse, bending her back slightly so that she wouldn't knock her head against the doorframe.