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Posted by on 1999 May 16 |

Goblins Attack outside Crossing

(Crossing, Zoluren: 332 Dolefaren 357)

The door swings open silently, and a young Elven man steps in, looking about with curious crystalline blue eyes. He sits at the bar, and speaks with a quiet, soothing voice. "Baresh, just some frostgrape wine…you wouldn’t believe the day I’ve had…"

He brushes his black hair behind his pointed ears and looks about. "I was on my way to the Knife Clan last ‘eve, and when walking nearby the Orchard, what did I see? Goblin Beserkers and Archers, preying upon the Crossing citizens whom were out for their first hunt with the Field Goblins. It was horrible…corpses strewn about the grassland…high, blood dripping weeds…" The Elf shudders for a moment.

"Anyhow…before I knew what was going on, there was an arrow in my chest, and I dropped my weapons. Well…the goblins were mopped up awhile after when the people who were ready for them came in. But the worst had yet to come." He sips his wine with a sad gaze in his gentle eyes. "People take advantage of those who are dead. I must have witnessed over 30 seperate people being graverobbed, including myself; what have people come to. I’d gladly give up my life and everything I have so that people d’nae need to suffer that loss, especially those younger than I. I may be young, but I am honorable." The patron silently glances to the ring finger of his right hand, which obviously held something very dear to him, but no longer does. "Had my sword not had the crest of the Warrior Mage guild on it, along with my Initials, I don’t know how I would ever find it. And don’t give me that talk about taking things we love into battle…battle comes. People fight. People die. People lose things. But people also live."

The Elven mage sips the wine once more, then places a small red jasper upon the bartop. "Thank you Baresh. I suppose I needed someone to speak with more than I needed a drink." He leaves silently, walking toward the southern forests. His wine glass is still full, but the bar trip has obviously given him more than a simple drink ever could.

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Baresh started working at the Wren’s Nest when it first opened in 349AL. He’s been hearing the news and pouring drinks ever since then.