Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190920211413/@comment-24736819-20191129133259

Lars and Fjoll begun to make their way towards the  Avenue of Value, but suddenly a familiar face jumped in front of them.

"Mister Lars...", the atmoran man that went by the nickname of Big Strud, a jest on the peasant's height.

"Ah, hello there, Strud. How may we help thee this fine evening?", the mage asked, finding it rather odd that one of the Jarl's militiamen would separate himself from his companions. Usually, the peasants would be seen accompanying eachother, a lesson which took the former dragonpriest a long while to teach them.

Interestingly, instead of answering Lars' question, Strud squinted his eyes and scratched his head in apparent confusion.

"You.", the mage immediately recognized his mistake, "How can we help you?"

"Ah, yes...Well... Mister Lars, we...", Big Strud begun.

"Just Lars, Strud. No need for such formalities...Err, no need for the 'Mister' bit.", the mage interrupted.

"Oh, alright. Just Lars, we can't find Brysif. We been searching the whole camp and nothing.", the peasant said, "He was guarding the weapons' tent alongside one of them Jarl's soldiers, but... We can't find him."