[ooc]Is there any particular direction you want to go with this? Also, mind if I give a face to our \'mystery man\'?
Arnigus sat at the table, brooding over his slowly warming ale that he had yet to touch. Not even the large tray of small harlberry pastries next to the ale could interest him. It was the first time in his life he could remember not being hungry, and that meant a lot for a man who was nearly half as wide as he was tall. He had always enjoyed eating, but today, the very thought of food sickened him. His money lending guild had collapsed, turning all its members to paupers in a matter of hours. He was ruined. Some of his closest friends had already thrown themselves off the tower. He would have followed, if he hadn\'t tired out halfway up...no, that wasn\'t it, and he knew it. He could have made it to the top. He could have made the even quicker trip to the bottom. He could have...if he wasn\'t such a sniveling coward.
That was the story of his life. He never measured up to his father, who was a great leader. His mother was a kind teacher, and though he had inherited her intelligence, he had come up short on her bravery. He had missed out on the love of his life because he had been afraid to ask her for her hand. And now, forty, balding, overweight, beggared, and jobless, he was to afraid even to let it all end. His head sank to the table. He was worthless.
Voices drifted over from the next table, barely rousting Arnigus\'s interest. That is until he heard something towards the end. His head picked back up. Did he hear that right? Twenty circles? He turned his head just enough to see two men sitting at the next table. One was a taller than usual elf, the other, a hefty dwarf dressed in odd armor and clothing, from one of the lower levels he supposed, or perhaps from one of the clans living deep in the Stone Labyrinths.
Having a perfect memory, Arnigus thought back to what they had just been talking about. An expedition into the Labyrinth...into the dark. He sighed. Not what he had been hoping for. It was no use, he may as well go back to the tower and...something sparked inside him. A hard core at the center of his soul that refused to give in. It wasn\'t what he hoped for, but maybe it was what he needed. A last chance to show his worth...and if not that, then the same end as the tower. He tuned to the dwarf.
\"Count me in, Good Dwarf. Before you discount me, hear me out. I may not be good with a sword or magic, but I am a master with a quill and ledger. You will need someone to organize your venture. I have heard of many groups failing because they lacked this, just charging in with hats in the wind. Let me accompany you, and I will do my best to see you there and back with full bellies and well laid supplies,\" Arnigus stated in his best speaking voice, learned from his father ages gone. His run of bad luck would end now, one way or another.
[ooc]Sorry, seems I can\'t write anything short. :rolleyes: Not what you where expecting from good old Arnigus, now was it?
