MISSION NAME: A New World
CLIENT: Odin's Spear
MISSION BRIEFING: Odin's Spear is looking for potential new members and associates to grow their 'business.'
“Come one, come all!” A larger man, mid-forties from what his appearance suggested, threw his hands into the air and attempted to gain the attention of everybody around him. Adjacent was a wagon and horse, presumably his own, and a table lay before him. Umber brown, wooden, it had seen better days - days long-since passed.
“Tatters!” He gestured towards the potato-like objects positioned on the table. There were five laying together in a bunch. Somewhat misshapen with a tendril that sprouted from their bottoms two or three inches. Their overall hue was yellowish. Clearly, the presumed root vegetables were not cooked.
“These just need boiling water to cook. Very satisfying and cheap!” He went on and on and gathered a humble crowd. Unbeknownst to them, this man already visited villages prior. He left many ill for after a while, the difficult-to-digest ‘tatters’ began wreaking havoc on the digestive system. However, money was money.
One person that had gathered was Topaz wearing his usual humble ensemble. He looked on with an expression passable as interest.