Wilson thought he died, he thought that his life came to an end. But finds himself in a grass field with a single tree at a small hill with a figure sitting underneath it. Having approached that figure who introduces himself as God, he would have ne...
I wake up the next morning, face planted into the wooden table, with a agonizing hangover. I groggily get up and head into my room. Once inside I don't even bother to lock the door I just slump down on the bed. Getting drunk is not fun, or getting drunk is fun, getting the thing after is not. I close my eyes once more, I haven't got the energy to do anything today. Soon enough I am once more fast asleep.
I am awoken by a knocking on my door. I try to ignore it, but it just keeps going. So I angrily get up and head over to the door and open it.
Mason: WHAT!?
That is when I see Sofie, some big dude and an older gentleman wearing some kind of robe. Sofie got kind of scared by my outburst.
Mason: Ah, hi Sofie. Sorry for the yelling.
Sofie: It's ok. You said that you needed to tell someone important something so I got them but we waited for you and you weren't showing up.
Mason: Ah damn, I am sorry for that. Got a terrible hangover, so didn't really have the will to come by. Are these gentlemen behind you the ones I want and need to talk to?
Sofie: Yes, on the left is...
Friedrich: Friedrich Goldberg, I am this guilds headmaster. Nice to meet you Mason.
Kahl: And my name is Kahl Ta'Zan. I am just a passing scholar and a friend of Sir Friedrich.
I look both at them, First at Friedrich.
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A larger man, older in age. By the way he stands and looks I could tell that he saw some good number of battles. And then I look down on the scholar Kahl.
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Quite a smaller man, maybe a gnome or a elf, I don't really know. Looks old, if he is an elf that would mean he was OLD. He has a couple of scrolls on him, maybe even a couple of maps too.
Mason: Well, umm, nice to meet you.
I shake hands with both of them. Both hands feel different. Friedrichs hands are rough, big and strong while Kahl has more soft, smaller hands, definitely haven't seen hard labor.
