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Quest Saelihn Qirel, raises an eyebrow as she stares down at what her newest client has just placed on the table. “That?” she scoffs, brushing some of her long brown hair from in front of her eyes. “You expect a group with as much expertise as the Fearless Four to undertake a search and rescue mission for that? A single coin?” “For the moment...” The man across from Saelihn looks drained, as if he’d run a mile in full plate armor, and the left side of his neck sports a long but shallow cut. There’s no blood, but that cut could probably use a minor healing spell before it gets infected. He is trembling while keeping one finger on the gold coin. Saelihn has no idea why. The chill in the air is minimal at best, and the man is a local clad in a thick, fur-lined coat. Not only that, but the tavern’s nearby roaring fire was doing an excellent job at keeping the vast room warm. Was he nervous perhaps? The Fearless Four were becoming quite the well-known adventuring party, especially after

Depths The air in the mine is cold, and chills the lungs of the four cautiously traversing its depths. The tunnel is dark, so dark it would swallow the rescuers up were it not for the Light spell currently illuminating the area around the party. The wooden support beams that fill the tunnels are old, but still look quite sturdy, which is about the only source of relief to three of the four members of the Fearless Four. As for the fourth, Saelihn is far too excited to find her promised riches to worry about anything else right now. If a problem put itself in between her and her treasure… her salvation… Saelihn would deal with it without mercy. Hagar looks the most tense of all, and Saelihn assumes that is partially because the human is the sole member of the party who struggles to see through the dark. That was why she’d cast the Light spell for him. “Stay calm” she whispered to Hagar. “If Derek can keep his cool, so can you.” The sorcerer was ten feet or so ahead, once again relying

Rewards The laughter in her ears had transformed into a mad cackle now, and Thadralda couldn’t care less. So what if she’d been hearing a faint laughter ever since her group had reached this mine. So what if it might be coming from her sword, just as her companions had feared. All that mattered to her now was putting Hagar in his place, once and for all. Despite the bleeding wound in her stomach, and the crippling pain it was causing, Thadralda did not relent. She just kept swinging her sword with as much reckless strength as she could muster. “You sniveling traitor” she snarled, getting a strong sense of satisfaction every time her sword clanged against Hagar’s axe. “You think you can stick me like a pig and live? Do you?” “Stop, Thadralda!” Hagar pleaded, each parried strike forcing him to take a step back. “I didn’t mean to-” “Save your excuses!” Thadralda roared. “You’re dead!” In between each tremor his entire body was enduring with every clash of his and Thadralda’s weapons