Black Luke approched the edge of the forest, he grimiced at the wanted poster with his discription on it, pulled it off the post and tore it to bits. Black Luke entered the forest and hoped the elves hadn't seen the wanted poster.
He need loot and he needed it bad, he herd of the ruins over the edge of the forest, and hoped he could get lucky and at least have a place to rest up. Out of the corner of his eye he cought a movement, fired his crossbow, and shot a rabbit. Well, a meal at least.
He didn't notice the goblin tracks.
Rose of Willowwood was tracking goblins heading to the Ruins of Nox.
I better wait for the three sisters of the house of Winetree, she thought to herself, and who is that dark figure up ahead, this can't be good.
Young Magandella awoke with a hope, that this first day of adventure with her older sisters would be a good one. She had the light riding horses ready, they were to meet the tracker Rose at the west edge of the forest at mid morning, something about some goblins was mentioned, they were to see what they were up to, and report to the local elven patrol.
It would be a good 50th birthday.
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