most nights, a man in a teal turban arrives magically on the northern edge of Thurnderstone in a swirling wind, typically toward evening or even, now and then, a bit after dusk. he strolls south through town, occasionally lost in thought, but usually with a livelier step than one would consider typical of a man in his late thirties, perhaps forty.
those in Thunderstone don't notice him around any other time of day, most days, but he occasionally stops into the inn to get one of the tastier dishes served there, which he takes with him on his usual southern stroll.
(partial) distribution of net worth (2001): top 1%: 33% (top 5%: 59%) bottom 80%: 16%
CEO compensation as a ratio of average CEO pay to avg production worker pay (values approximate, accurate to +/- 5): 1970: 40 to 1 1980: 45 to 1 1990: 90 to 1 2000: 305 to 1 2002: 380 to 1
to think, when i first saw these numbers i thought they referred to some despotic 3rd world dictatorship. nope, it's US.
Every night a small woman leaves the RCMH Headquarters in her usual "street clothes", of black, red, and gold, and meets with the man when he's there. She usually seems greatly pleased and hops up to hug the man and they may or may not stroll off depending on their mood at the time.
If the man isn't present she strolls around, maybe hitting the Inn for one of it's tastier treats and heads back to the RCMH Headquarters.
(sorry this took so long minion, I've been busy and just now have a little free time.)
Shadows for a past these memories never last.
Player of: Nadie Davis: Firstsword RCMH and (as per foxy) juggernaut. Ielenia or "Nia": New elf on the block