Lord of Spells from Faerûn

The next morning, Imric and Apollo came to Dunant's Tavern. This rich young man full of slut fantasies changed into a black armor this time, and he also had a shining enchantment on his waist. Long sword.

When they arrived at the tavern and found that Varro had not arrived yet, Imric and Apollo found a place to sit down first.

"Let's have an onion cheese soup, a ham platter and a buttermilk scone." Imrik called the tavern waiter and looked at the breakfast menu and ordered a few items.

"Do you want to eat?" he asked Apollo by the way.

"Of course, give me a taris (a Dunant Tavern special made with crispbreads, sausages, cheese, and herbs)." Apollo pretended to be very skillful and ordered a Dunant Tavern special.

"Actually, I haven't eaten the food here. I don't know if it tastes good or not." After the waiter left, Apollo said to Imric quietly.

The black-robed mage smiled and said perfunctorily: "The taste is okay."

Apollo looked around excitedly, as if this adventurer's daily life was very attractive to him.

The black-robed mage shook his head and waited for the dishes to be served before immersing himself in the food alone.

Not long after, there was a sudden noise in the tavern. The two looked up and saw a short, fat figure who had just entered through the tavern door. It was Varo.

"Yo! Varo! You're finally here. We can't wait any longer. Where did you go this time?"

The adventurers couldn't help but ask loudly, looking forward to Varro telling where he went this time.

"Of course, of course, my friends, don't worry, listen to me slowly." Varro picked up a glass of beer and recounted his experience under the undistinguished music of the young bard on the stage. .

Apollo listened with fascination and wished he could be there. It was not until noon, when the number of people in the tavern became more and more, that Varro cleared his throat and announced the end of his speech.

After it was over, seeing Varro drinking and resting alone at the table, Imric called Apollo and walked over to sit next to him.

"Hello, Mr. Varro, I am a loyal fan of yours, can you sign it for me!" Apollo took out a book and said excitedly to Varro.

"Of course, young man." Varro took the book with a smile.

"Hello, Mr. Varro, my name is Imric. I just listened to your speech and I'm curious whether you have been to many places." Imric also introduced himself.

Varro touched his beard and said with a smile: "Of course, kid, I have been to many places and met many great adventurers. Do you know Elminster? He once sat in this tavern. Listen to what I have to say!”

Imrik said with admiration: "Really, you are really amazing. In fact, I am also a mage. My dream is to travel around the world, collect various spells and divine arts, and spread them to others."

Varro glanced at him in surprise: "Young people are really motivated. Haha, I know many talented mages. Maybe I can introduce you to them then."

Imric's eyes lit up: "That's great, Lord Varro!"

Varro put down the beer in his hand, sighed and said, "Don't be so happy yet, I wonder if you can do me a favor?"

Imrik and Apollo looked at each other, and he said: "Of course, Lord Varro, I can help with any questions."

Varro said with satisfaction: "That's it. One of my friends, Foren Brigma, is missing. When I went to his house, it looked like he had been kidnapped. I wonder if you can help me find him." ?As a reward, I will give you one of my properties. Although it faces a wide dead end surrounded by old houses and shops, it is still worth a lot of money."

Varro took out a land deed, a building deed in the North District.

The two nodded quickly, and Apollo said confidently: "Of course, don't worry, leave it to us, and we promise to bring back your friend."

Imrik couldn't help but look back. Although he didn't want to bring a bottle of oil, he had no choice but to let him join.

After the three of them discussed it, Imric called the bartender and ordered a lot of food and wine again. While eating and chatting with Varro, he learned a lot about foreign countries.

They sat around a sturdy wooden table lit by bright candles, covered with freshly eaten plates and half-empty wine glasses.

A young bard three tables away played a tuneless harp, but the sound could not cover the howling of the gamblers and the roaring singing of the drunken adventurers.

At this moment, a roar suddenly broke through the noise: "You son of a bitch! How dare you kill my brother!"

With a bang, Imric saw a two-meter-tall female half-orc being punched away by a bald male human. His shaved head was covered with a tattoo in the shape of a giant eye. Behind him stood four humans, ready to join the fight at any time.

The orc broke her joints, roared, and lunged at the tattooed man - but before Imric could see if any blood spattered, the crowd of spectators surrounded them and blocked the way. Out of sight.

Varro screamed in fear next to him: "Oh, those men with giant eye tattoos are from the Shannasa Guild, and they are not easy to mess with."

Imric asked curiously: "Guild Zanaza?"

"Yes, this guild is not to be trifled with. Anyone can join the Shannasa Guild. Although it is called a guild, it has not been officially certified by Waterdeep City.

However, before being granted membership in the guild, applicants must pass a test that often involves a felony. This might include murdering a member of Shanatha's guild who failed at something, kidnapping a Waterdeep citizen, extorting a ransom, or robbing a mercenary carriage or warehouse. "

After listening to Varro lay out all the crimes that anyone who wanted to join the guild must commit, Apollo hammered the table angrily and said, "What a bunch of scum."

At this time, the crowd also dispersed. Unexpectedly, the bald man was beaten by the female Orc until he lay on the ground unconscious. The other four boys tried to hold the Orc, but they were thrown away by her.

The four younger brothers did not admit defeat. They got up and attacked the orcs with punches and kicks. It was difficult for them to beat the four hands with two fists. The orcs who were knocked unconscious by a sap also fell to the ground.

Just when the four younger brothers were about to take further action.

Dunan, the owner of the tavern, intervened at this time. He held a magic sword shining with magic aura, pointed at the door and shouted to the other four boys: "Get out!"

The minions of Shannasa Guild quickly raised their boss and ran out of the door.