Rasheed Allum

(As the players approach the Town Hall)

“I’ll not have you blasted dwarves mess up my town! You can either pay your taxes or go back to your shitty little hovels in your shitty little mountain!” Screams a rather irate Subahlese man, his exceptional height making the display of bravado even more intimidating.
“Yer’d do well to remember who keeps this town alive. If not for good mountain crafts then this place wouldn’t see any traffic at all. If not for strong, mountaineer arms then this place would have been overrun by monsters long ago! If not…” he is cut off by his colossal opponent.
“Enough! I have had it with you. Take your problems elsewhere. The taxman will be around for you at midday on Sunday, as per usual, and if you can’t pay up, the bailiffs will be with you at midday on Monday. Good day sir!” The Subahlian swishes his cloak indignantly and slams the door to the town hall behind him. The other man makes a vulgar gesture towards the shuddering door and storms off into the The Red Sheaf Inn.

Yarit Rockhew

As you enter the town hall, a young Sylvan lady approaches you. “Please, Mayor Allum is in a foul mood. If it’s not essential, could you possibly come back tomorrow?”

  • Name of Lief Silversong.
  • I have been working for a mere 5 months, and do not feel that I am quite up to the task of being the Mayor’s aide.
  • He is a kind man, do not let the mountainfolk fool you of this. And wise. Everyone must pay their taxes, guild or no.
  • If you are truly looking for some way to earn the Mayor’s gratitude, then do something to placate the trader, Yarit Rockhew.

If the team insist on seeing the Mayor, you hear a call from upstairs: “Lief! I am going to retire for the evening. Please take note of any visitors. Thank you.”

Rasheed Allum

The Maw of the Dragon brosell