Alright, so there I was in the armpit of Corvine, just a mile away from the town of Rumlump. I guess you could call it a town only because it has shops and visitors and stuff, but seriously this place is a trash heap. My booze supply was just about gone and hell, I wanted to party tonight.
Out of the blue this guy comes up to me. He looks at Oberon and back to me and mutters something like, “Yeah, this has to be her.” He introduces himself as Sven, or Swan, or Sam, or hell I don’t remember. The guy looks tired as shit so I offer him a drink. He gladly takes some and gods could this guy put it down! Not as well as me though. Hehehe…
I get to reading the letter, and it’s from the floppin’ Duke Monroe! Extravagant bastard… anywho, he wants me to come meet him at the Bolting Buck to talk about some mission and pay. Duke Monroe plus pay equals a very rich Rizzi! To be sure, I interrogate the Schwenn guy to make sure he’s not bs-ing me, and he’s pretty serious about it.
So get this, out of the blue an arrow sinks right into the guy’s shoulder! It looked like it hurt — he screamed like a baby. Goblins snuck up on us, probably not hard since we were both drunk and talking loudly. While the poor lightweight was moaning on the ground, I saddled up onto Oberon and gloriously charged into battle!
Nah, I’m just kidding! We slipped into the underbrush, and when the first goblin came over to kill the whimpering man, Oberon grabbed the little rat and pulled him in. Before it even knew what happened, I cut the thing’s head clear off! I got the jump on another one a few yards away. The last one was going in to stab the letter guy, so we spun around and I stabbed it in the heart! Little rat bastards, don’t mess with Rizzi the Ruthless! Ahahahaha!
And with that, we set off towards 16 Rivers. It’s a way better place for a party than that dump Rumlump. I’m gonna make bank, then party like never before! Maybe he’ll give me some political sway, so I can move one step closer to my super secret amazing quest. Heheheheeee….
Oh yeah… I left the letter guy in the swamp, injured and half drunk, didn’t I? Oh well.