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  1. Chapter 1 Opportunity Knocks Talos, a city brimming with opportunity, gold filling it's streets, available to the brave, the bold, those who are willing to take it. That's what the stories said. You have found the reality to be somewhat different. The recent mithral and mining boom have led to wealth for some; the nobility and the established merchants. The rest of the population is still as dead poor as they have always been. Add to the fact that hundreds, if not thousands or foreigners have flocked to Talos, chasing stories of fabulous wealth and fame and it seems that for every success story there are dozens more of people ending up penniless and broken spirited, buried in a pauper grave (or worse is some of the stories are to be believed). That is why you are here: The Vangyarian Axe. A small tavern nestled amongst a set of dilapidated buildings near where the Narrows, Old Town and the Docks meet. A small, comfortable place, it is run by Sigurd, a Northman who came here some time ago and gave up the sea and adventuring to run this watering hole. The food is nothing speak of, but the beer is plentiful and not watered down. Sigurd brooks no trouble in his establishment, the axe that is the taverns namesake hangs behind the counter to remind those who would not heed other gentler warnings. Your coin running short, you have decided to band together with others in similar straits, looking to find work or an opportunity. You each spend your days out in various parts of the city, looking for work or rumors and meet back at the Axe to share what you have learned, or to wash away another day of dead ends with several tankards of foaming brew. The first bell of evening sounds as the first members of the group arrive to take seats at what has become your regular table.