"Someone out west has done themselves a mischief..."

[DM Betelgeuse]

    As a group of adventurers mingled around the Valkur's Roar Caravan an individual wearing dark leathers, with his face covered, strolled into the town from the western road. He had a single shilleagh hanging from the left side of his belt and he whistled an off key tune. As he made his way through the group of adventurers he offered a nod and a wink before speaking. "If ya 'eading out west, theres a lad who has done himself a mischief." He then boarded a caravan leaving the city.

    The adventurers headed out the west gate and found a baker, beaten within an inch of death. As they approached he was picking his teeth off the roadside. He was sat in a pool of blood, leaning heavily against the old mausoleum wall. His eyes where swollen closed, his face all over the place and he had obviously been the victim of a pretty ruthless attack. As the adventurers cast healing magics on him, the sound of his ribs snapping back into place could be heard.

    After a discussion between them all, a figure clad in all red handed over a hefty pouch of coins and the baker departed.