“Looking for work? Aye. I’ve a job for you, though it’s a foul task. Edge o’ town, sometimes nearer, a pack of monsters has got a taste for our flesh. A grisly mess they make . . . And we’ve got no warriors, no watchmen. Not one of our traders can make it past the bend in the road, let alone to the city. You say you need work. I’d pay good coin to never ag’in hear one of our own bein’ torn limb-from-limb.”
~ Envisioned by a Hero
