A Late Night Rendezvous



The folks at DDO Europe have a story that begins in Stormreach Harbor.
The origins of this story are bit of a mystery...I wonder what it means:

Oskar
Runaheim crashed in through the door of the Wavecrest tavern, hitting
the floor like a dead weight. The dwarf's armour was battered and
obviously in need of serious repair. Shivering from the weather outside
and obviously in immense pain, he shuffled his way along the floor,
leaving a trail of water and blood. He stopped once he reached the feet
of a shady figure, sat alone in the corner.



"I’ve found them all my lord…" croaked the Dwarf, "we lost 6 good men,
but… this is the… list".



"Are you sure?" Spoke the figure.



The dwarf lay silent on the floor. The patrons on the surrounding
tables began to stir - the silent body of the adventurer was attracting
some unwanted attention.



With one swift motion, the figure darted for the door. Confused, more
people began to crowd the dwarf who now lay breathless on the cold,
hard tavern floor.



To be continued…