The Advetures Of The Traveling Circus

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  "I spilt no blood!" exclaimed Varis as he stood before the Elder Council. After being knocked unconscious by Arbane he had been dragged to the closest elven settlement along with the dead man. From there he had been escorted by Corps Rangers to the Elven city that ruled over the population of the elven community that lived in the forests of Halruaa with Arbane and now he faced the Elder Council, a collection of the 6 lords and 6 ladies of the Halruaa forests, and Varis was not happy that his grandfather was on it. "This is one of the few nations in Faerûn where Elves and Human are able to live along side one another in peace and harmony and you have gone and killed a human!" roared his grandfather,
Orym standing up. Although he was old under his clothes muscles were visible and it was obvious that the was a strong and capable individual. Varis backed away from the yelling trying to avoid the spittle that was flying from his grandfather's mouth. "I haven't" he cried
Just then, in ran a messenger
"Elder Orym!" the messenger panted,
"I bring dire news, the man killed in the forest" he looked darkly at Varis "his death has been discovered by his people, they are demanding retribution and bloodshed."
Orym lowered his head and thought of what he could do to resolve the problem only one thing came to his mind. He raised his head and grimly announced "Varis Underwood, you have killed a man in the forest we call hom-"
"I didn't kill him!" yelled out Varis in one last attempt. It failed.
"SILENCE!, you have broken the peace leaving yourself with two options, you will be either banished from this place you called home, not to set foot in this forest for a hundred years on threat of death, or you can be given over to the land from which the slain man came, what do you chose?"
Varis took a deep breath

"Banishment."