Rangers Gifts

Twice over the last teeday a tall man in mithral-chainmail, grey-wolf-pelt slung across his shoulders and a greatsword sheathed on his back has come into the Chauntaee temple, carrying a heavy pouch with gold.

The Grey-hooded man with grey-blue eyes leaves the coins with the harvestmistress, offering a friendly smile before he ventures into the wilds once more.

Each time, the Harvestmistress would find that each pouch contains no less than a thousand gold coins.


// 2x1000gp donated via shared accounts manager over the last week //

Ciel would watch curiously as the man comes back a second time. She hesitates a moment before running after him, panting lightly as she catches up to him. She stops a few feet behind him and speaks up uncertainly.

"E-excuse me, s-sir?" Her soft voice calls out to him. She would take a moment to place a hand on her chest to steady her breathing and waits for him to turn or respond.

"I-I have noticed you come by a few times to make a donation to our temple." She fidgets slightly with the hem of her cloak.

"I-If you often visit the house of plenty I-I have some unfortunate news." She pause for a moment, sighing softly.

"The house of plenty in Shadowdale will be moving."

The man smiles to Ciel as she speaks, his eyes showing both a sharp mind as well as great wisdom.
He inclines his head and motions towards the wilds while he lowers his voice.

"Please good woman, perhaps this talk is best continued else where."

He begins to stride towards the woods, while saying over his schoulder.

"And I am no Sir good woman; Keldor "The Grey" is how I am known."

Ciel would fidget and avert her gaze, uncertain as to whether she should follow the stranger. Deciding against her instinct she follows quietly, murmuring a faint.

"A-alright, Keldor. . ."

/// going to look for you IG ///