The Traveller King

"Ay lad, here comes the Traveller king and his ward. "

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"Look...what's that old cart then?"​

"Who be the Traveller King?"​

" If you need a charmed blade, or the whereabouts of a band of sell-swords and the going rates, he's your man. He knows the secret mountain paths, can unpick any lock, and settles any grudge. But beware his curses and trickery. He's outlived every king or prince and is not to be trifled with."

"Up yonder of Castle Black.

The Baron has a special favor to ask. "

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"Master, where are we headed?"​

"I thought you said never

set foot in a castle unless it's your wedding or a funeral? "​

"His daughter's gone missing ward. He wants a trailmaster to sweep the grounds. But trust no-one. If I am not back by sundown, take the caravan deep into the forest and open the chest of scrolls. I left something for you there.

"Yes Master"

Master, where are you? Something's going on. Master would never leave me after dark. Well, I guess there's no choice. Do as Master said and flee into the forest with the caravan.

The hours pass....

Ward, if you are reading this then something has befallen me. I can't be here to do the choosing ceremony and your time is due. You have to choose your own path. Remember all I taught you and continue to work our ancient trade. With years, work, and luck, we will see what becomes of you. Gypsy Luck to you.

"Master, I promise I will find you".