Dror comes to Cyradon

It was late in the day when Dror finally made it to the gates of the city.

'This is best' he thought 'I will be less noticeable in the dim light'. After months of travel away from his tribe, Dror was now used to, and expected the disdain that ordinary people everywhere heaped on him. The curse of the Ulronai people lay heavily on him as he passed unnoticed through the city gates. A woman walking his way noticed him and quickly moved accross to the other side of the street, staring at him as he passed. He was used to this now, every person he had met during this last year's journey had treated him as if he were an outcast.

He noticed a taven sign on a nearby building and headed towards it. As he entered, he braced himself for the inevitable; the place fell silent as he entered and several faces scowled at him before the room returned to its former state. As he approached the bar, people shuffled aside, anxious to stay away from him. The tavern keeper, standing back fom the bar as he approached spoke contemptuously to him "What business have ye here?"

"I bowl of stew and a flagon of ale if you please."

"I don't please. All I've got is soup for the like of you."

"Then soup, thank-you"

The tavern keep moved away to the kitchen and returned with a bowl of watery soup. Placing it on the table he said "That one silver piece, and be on yer way once you've done with it. I don't want no loitering around here by the like o you."

A silver coin for a bowl of soup was outrageous but Dror nodded his assent and placed a silver coin in the tavern keepers palm. No sooner had he done so, than a man from accross the room approached and collared the tavern keeper. "If you're going to charge a silver for this, then at least give my friend here a piece of bread to go with it."

Dror looked up at the stranger, a puzzled look on his face. "Why are you doing this?" he said to the stranger.

"I don't know, you look new to town and in need a friend, mind if I sit?"......

Cut Scene: Two hours later.

Dror walks out of the tavern with a fully belly and a few pints of ale in him. He has a new friend, something he hasn't had before. What's even better he's got work. As his new friend says, "for a few minutes work you can make a lot of money". It's too good to be true. Soon his purse will be full again. He'll meet his friend here tomorrow and then get to work.

Cut Scene: Next day.

"OK. Here's the plan. I've got here a guards uniform that should fit you. It's all been arranged, the other guards won't question you and they have been told to expect a new guy today. Once you get in, find that bastard Rennigar and do him. After that, just walk out and I'll meet you here tomorrow and we can celebrate. Got that?"

"Yah sure. Are you sure this will be OK?"

"Hey, I'm your friend remember? You can trust me. Just do as I say and everything will be alright."