Chapter 1: Hollows Last Hope

[Toryn Togglebit]

Toryn finished scribbling some notes on that massive maze-like scroll of his before accepting the group's collective coin and any other future monetary equity with an air of grave dignity. The box of infinite colored tinder definitely caught Toryn's fancy though; he planned on making good use out of that one.

Please Lucy, I am a professional salvager after all. The gnome put his hands on his hips and grinned. Mother always said that I must have been a pack mule in a previous incarnation. I suppose being a beast of burden isn't the worst fate in the world. Plenty of exercise, lot's of fresh vegetables to eat. A noble profession if I do say so myself. Though I would imagine the lack of opposable thumbs would make more delicate pursuits a bit difficult.

(OOC: casting guidance on Larz when he does his recall knowledge check)