The Start of the Beginning

[Lavitz]

Lavitz sat in his chair as he waited for the man to return. He had come in response to a page he found about a job close by. It was simple bandit hunting, but Lavitz had no problems with that. Now he waited in the mans office. He ran a small stream of caravans that was on a constant stream around Elibe. Considering Sacae's only real business was warring within itself, the need for goods in the town was high; the ore's from the mines of Bern could be shipped past it's borders; herds and grains from Lycia; tropical fruit from Nabata; wines, grapes, and other fruits from Etruria, paper and syrup from Illia. Those were just a few of the goods he got from around the world.

Lately, however, he had been losing caravans coming from and going to Bern. He wanted to put a stop to it, and had his servants put out rewards for anyone willing to stop these acts. Lavitz had answered, and the man had been informed and was on his way down now. The man burst in the door. He was quite tall, but moved like a cat. He slid around his desk and took a seat. "Hello I'm Noah, you must be Lavitz." Lavitz nodded. "Well, I havea map drawn up with the band's location, if you'll take it you may leave as soon as you like."

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Lavitz walked into the inn, and saw Selibas. He walked up and said, "Hello friend, have a good sl-"

[Selibas]

Selibas hit the soldier in the jaw with his right fist. Hard. The little man had always been strong, and he was angry. He was very angry. When the man was sprawled on the floor, he sat back down and said, "You better start making it up to me very fast. I didn't come to a city to be thrown in a cell on my first day, do you understand? If there's a way I can place you into a cell myself, I will." He sipped the whiskey. It actually tasted good. There was the issue of him paying for it however.