I have no more want for battle, but I do have a want for ale. I took my respite at the Hearth of Britannia down in Kingsport, the beautiful city by the sea. I found great comfort in that small tavern talking to Abbott and listening to the Bard. Many complain of his less than musical ways, but I found it a worthwhile distraction. The hot meal and liberal supply of strong ale lifted my spirits immensely. I found myself enjoying the sea breeze and the warm glow of the lanterns as night fell over the town. I began to feel a peace that almost made me forget that the tunnels right below us are littered with the undead.

As my mind wandered, I overhead the conversation of Erin the Guildmaster who made comment about the Cave Wrasse and if the rumors were true. Yet again, curiosity got the better of me and I walked next door to inquire. We’d spoken before on one of my previous visits and she asked if I’d brought any of my crafting work for her to inspect. I explained I would soon make something quite grand, but pressed her for more details about the Cave Wrasse. Her eyes lit up and she quickly changed the subject. She explained that the egg from the Wrasse is quite valuable and if she was able to acquire one it would financially help support the guild. We talked a few more minutes and with the promise of a handsome reward I agreed to take up the quest. Erin pointed me in the general direction of the caves and wished me luck. I believe I’m getting a taste for money.

I spent the rest of the evening at the Hearth of Britannia listening to the waves crash against the rocky shoreline, the sound of the bard in the background and holding a mug of beer by my side. Perhaps it was the ale, but it all felt strangely comfortable for me. I enjoyed the company of these people and they seemed to accept me with relative ease – buying a couple of rounds for everyone seems to help. There would be the occasional slip of “outlander”, but it was easily forgotten. When I’d had my fill, I let a room from the innkeeper and felt a calm that let me sleep easily.

In the morning I set off for the caves. I took the provisions prepared by the innkeeper and headed southwest. My mood seemed lighter and memories of the past few days have begun to dull. I strode to the cave entrance with renewed purpose and found myself bathed in mysterious hues of purple and green. What manner of caves are these? Do precious gems line the walls? If they do, I cannot seem to locate them.

The tunnels opened into a large cavern and there before me a swarm of Cave Wrasse muddled around. They are ugly creatures to be sure. And smelly as they thrashed around in murky water. In the center of the cavern as though waiting to be taken was a cluster of their eggs. They seemed to emit a green glow and were surprisingly heavy. It was calm until I went for the first egg then the Wrasse became distressed at my actions. I quelled their anger with fire and steel. They don’t pose nearly the threat their looks would imply.

I gathered my bounty, but took more time to explore the cave. I’m not the only one out here gathering eggs. The kobolds have them boxed up as though prepared for shipment. Are they involved in some sort of trade? How valuable are these eggs? Does this have anything to do with the smugglers or bandits?

The kobolds didn’t like my poking around nor did they tolerate my attempts to take their bounty. They tend to attack in groups, but are slow and easily avoided. I caused great injury to several of them before taking my leave. There was no need to carry more eggs, I had more than Erin asked for as it was.

I easily wound my way back to the surface and returned to Kingsport in short order. Even though I had multiple eggs in my inventory, Erin only wanted one. But she did pay me handsomely for it. I collected several hundreds more coins of gold for the effort. My gold coffers are beginning to overflow. Being helpful in this town has certainly rewarded me.

I felt that was enough adventure for the time being. I’ve made a great deal of money and want to take some time to enjoy it. I will keep an ear out for another task where I can be useful, but for now, another mug of ale and another bowl of mutton.

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