Ridgebank's winding alleys and tall tenements are something of a maze. For someone unfamiliar with the city, it can take days to find the way from one end of the city to the other. But you navigate this place with ease. You're so fleet-footed that you can race from one side to the other in an hour if you need to.
You reach the raven's perch in the east end. Ravens circle in the sky above, scrolls tied to their legs. One swoops down and lands on the perch. You take the scroll from its leg and read the address. It's a message from the port city of Varaja to someone on the west end of Ridgebank. You set off running and deliver the scroll to its recipient, who tosses you a few gold coins.
You'd be one of the finest couriers the free cities have ever seen…if it weren't for one fatal flaw.
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Ermin Mallory
FantasySwing a sword, delve dungeons, and lead a resistance against the tyrannical queen of a war-torn fantasy realm. Will you be an elf, orc, dwarf, or human?
