And so it begins...

As you stand there, paying your respects a gruff voice speaks softly from behind you. “Thank you for attending Urgon’s service.” You turn and meet the gaze of Elro Aldataur, a weathered elf, retired ranger, and the leader of the village. “I’m sorry to speak of dark tidings under such circumstances, but I believe that Palebank Village might be in danger, and I’m hoping you can help us.”

Raadox the Green, who appears to be an elf from the Southlands by his out of place green forest garb, turns at the voice behind him.  He bows with a flourish, "Raadox the Green, at your service milord.  I would love to aid your village in any way I can."  He looks around the crowd.  "But first, could you tell me if you've seen a huge human in these lands recently?  Stands about seven feet tall and goes by the name of Ahnold?"  The high elf, who wears the garb of a forest elf, leans his hands casually on the hilt of the slightly curving elven blade strapped to his side.  Doubt that huge oaf came through here, but it's worth asking, I'm clean out of leads otherwise.  

"Ahnold? Perhaps... A large man, shaved head? Lots of tattoos? A man of that description passed this way a few weeks back, but we haven't seen him in a since."

[PM me a bit of info about this guy, if you don't mind. I assume he's a character from your character's backstory.]

"Yeah, that sounds like him.  He was here a few weeks ago?  Excellent."  Raadox smiles a genuine and warm smile to the elf ranger.  That means I'm gaining on him.  I'll chase back after him once I've helped this poor community out with this problem I suppose.

"Well I hope you find him - he didn't exactly leave me with a good impression of him. What of the rest of you?"

Uhhh, your pardons good sirs, I could not help overhearing.... History 18

He wracks his brain trying to remember if he has heard of such a human passing through...

You see before you a young half elf, a little shorter than average, dressed in simple clothes of light brown skins

"You were interested by my request?"

You may have seen someone like him, but you don't remember too much. Other than his love of strong drink and rude words.

A stout hobgoblin in travel worn garb approaches with a slightly halting gait. A faint clink can be heard every other step as the metal post which replaces his left leg from the knee down impacts the ground. "Whatever it was that froze that dwarf I have never seen the like. Unknown ailments are nasty business, bad for business too. Although..." Webb trails off muttering to himself about panic buying and something called "farmaceuticals". Webb shakes his head and refocuses on the elf in front of him. "No matter. May I inquire if there would be some sort of remuneration for our assistance?"

"Well, I was hopeful that you might do it out of the goodness of your hearts..." he catches sight of the hobgoblin's stony face at this point, and adds hastily, "But I'm sure we can work something out!"

"Hmm. I believe we will be able to come to a mutually beneficial arrangement." Webb shifts to look at Raadox and the half-elf. "Good evening gentlemen. I am Webb of Webb’s Humble Armament Manufacturary, finest purveyor of weaponry in the whole of the continent." Webb pauses and looks a little embarrassed. "Or at least I will be once my startup funds are secured."

"Well if you can work out what caused this dwarf's death, then you'll have my support in setting up your business."

Hail, and well met, both of you.  I am here to pay my respects and render what aid I may.  This sounds like a great place to start.

"Thank you sir. Would a reward of 150gp be fitting for discovery of the cause of death?"

Raadox eyes the hobgoblin suspiciously but seems to have a fairly open mind.  "Well met, Webb.   Raadox the Green.  Pleased to make your acquaintance."   Turning to the half-elf he bows and smiles more positively.  "And yours, sir.   I missed your name?"

(OOC:  I'm not familiar with this world - which are we in? - are hobgoblins common and generally considered "good folk" or is Webb an anomaly?)

Raadox blinks at the mention of the money.  One hundred and fifty?  Wow, that would sure help my terrible funds.  "150 gold, each?" he ventures.  Might as well try.

[Exandria. Goblins are a bit meh, but they aren't exactly the scourge of villages. Honestly, I'm not too familiar with this world either.]

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Raadox blinks at the mention of the money.  One hundred and fifty?  Wow, that would sure help my terrible funds.  "150 gold, each?" he ventures.  Might as well try.

"Between you. This is a small town, and our coffers don't run that deep."