Word From the Ruined House

[Spicy Serious]

Rumblings come from the outskirts of the capital of Delphina, sourcing from a simple house astride the bridge where the elderly, infirmed, and humble servants reside.

But slowly, the property has grown...bustling, a renewed life flowing through it as mercenaries trod the small forest path. Brandishing gleaming weapons, and should anyone ask, they'd find that the men patrol the grounds, their payment in the fine arms they bear.

It appears in a time of uncertainty and rumor, the owner has taken to ensuring the peace of her small sliver of land, of the small piece of Al'Britu land by her own means.

Evidently, the old martiarch, years of her trade, extends a similar offer to all, one that slowly proliferates through the surrounding realm, spread by old friend, braggart mercenary, and courier alike.

Magi bearing no taint are welcome, and are offered weaponry and armor of the highest quality, aid upon any project deemed worthy, and advice from a woman who's years stretch to before the disaster of 124. Whether one is from the realm of Delphina or the wilds that surround it...

This all is offered and more, for but the cost of a conversation over tea.

Just write to Myrrah A. Al'Britu dear, or stop by the cottage near the bridge. 

(Or dm spicyserious on discord I should be having plenty of free time, so this one goes out to all y'all with wacky timezones who are desperate for a warm body to talk to. Let's set som stuff up :3)

[Spicy Serious]

The offer is renewed, help is given to those who ask.

And the matriarch's tea blend has proven quite popular among visitors.

(Just a bit of a bump :3)