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"Sir, these are copper coins, not gold coins." The blacksmith spoke with a raised brow to his customer at the depot near the alchemy lab, a stranger covered from head to toe in plate armour and a red cloak. His gloved fist held firmly onto a gilded longsword, its masterfully crafted blade...

A hooded figure leaves a public note at the Hemp Necktie Inn and shortly thereafter in Galmair. I have found a very special ring on the road between Galmair and the Hemp Necktie Inn, dropped no doubt by an inattentive traveller. I will gladly return the ring to its rightful owner for a finder's fee ...

A cloaked figure leaves an anonymous note on the town board. Greetings Your plight has not gone unnoticed. We, the Brotherhood of Ronagan, are sorry to hear that this dastardly Sir Redric dared to purloin your precious armaments. Fortunately for you, our guild specialises in finding and returning lo...

An unassuming, leather-bound pocket book, chosen to be its owner's only confidant, to hold and hide his confessions. Kept in shorthand and in secret. 12. Zhas 71. Salkamar. The poetry festival was concluded as planned by its hosts without any incident, or so the public believes. The poets, vying wit...