A Debt Owed

As the adventurers arrived at Hagen, Dror noticed a small caravan with perhaps 50 Ulronai camped just outside the city gates. Excusing himself from Lord Khel for a time, he visited his kinsmen for the rest of the day, participating in a meal and staying with them for an evening of dancing and fellowship. It had been a long time since he had been amongst his people and while he was with them, he felt a momentary release from the regular oppression that he had felt from other peoples he had met during his travels. Perhaps, he mused, that this was the way he should live, amongst his people but then he remembered his duty to Lord Khel and pushed the thought aside.

There was an elder among these Ulronai named Umack that he approached. Perhaps he could tell him something of the legend of the Bloodlock that he had heard elsewhere. "Greetings Uncle, I am Dror Shraga. I am indebted to your for your hospitality."

"Shraga? Your father is Dram?"

"Yes Uncle....."

"Well you are certainly indebted to me then. Your father owes me 20 gold Dracmas."

"I am sorry to hear that and my father has passed on some years ago."

"Yes I know and I am not impressed with your family Dror. It seems that none of your family is interested in repaying the debt owed." The old man stared at Dror, expecting a reply.

"Uncle, I am embarrased. I have no money that I can give you....."

"That's the same excuse your cousin used. The whole lot of you are useless! Shraga, you are not welcome here. I am not interested in extending you any more hospitality. You know what needs to be done."

"Indeed Uncle. I am in town for a while. I will see what I can do to repay the debt."

"Your cousin said the same thing last time I saw him. I never saw him again. Get out of here you useless excuse for an Ulronai!"