Ordinary fantasy adventure in Faerûn

Chapter 480 Gendrel's Commission

In the rolling block, in a tavern called "Seagull on the Shore".

Scar raised his hand and asked the servant next to him for two glasses of rye beer. When the drinks came, he handed one of them directly to the middle-aged man in front of him named Gendler.

"Now you know why you came to me, right? My friend, your expression tells me that you are indeed in great trouble. If your reason for asking for help is legitimate enough, I can assure you in the name of the Holy Knight that I will not sit idly by and watch your difficulties."

Gendler took the beer from Scar but did not drink it directly. Scar was right. From his dress and expression, it could be seen that he had been having a bad time recently and was in no mood to drink.

Not only did his leather armor show traces of being burned by the fire, but his eyes were also bloodshot, indicating that he did not sleep well last night. The beard on his face looked like it had been carefully groomed in the past, but now it had become unkempt. There were even some dried blood stains on his clothes, as well as the crossbow arrows he was carrying.

All these information told Scar that the man in front of him must have experienced a fierce battle not long ago, most likely last night, and that there were quite a few people on both sides, otherwise he would not have had obvious external injuries.

This was unusual, to be honest; Baldur's Gate might be a bad place, with murders and robbery rife, but large-scale fights were rare, and when they did, news of them spread quickly throughout the city.

However, considering that this is already in the outer city area, outside the protection of the city walls and civilization, it is understandable that the speed of news transmission is a bit slow, but even so, this kind of thing is still rare enough.

"Yes, sir, I should explain it to you clearly. At least when seeking help, I can't hide this information. But there is one thing I must explain in advance, sir, that is our identity... We are [Gur]"

Gur people?! Scar showed a look of realization. He had heard of this ethnic group. It was said that almost all Gur people were wanderers. They had no fixed residence and no fixed occupation. They would just randomly migrate to a certain area in the form of a tribe like wanderers, and use methods including begging, performing arts, accepting commissions, cheating, or directly plundering by force to maintain the operation and stability of the tribe.

This special way of life means that every Gur tribe is different, but given that some of them are so notorious, almost all Gur people have become unwelcome.

People don't know what the true faces of these wanderers look like. Maybe the day before, they could still enjoy the gorgeous performances of these Gur people, but that night, they turned into robbers who burned, killed, looted and did everything they could. All of these are possible.

Ordinary people were not able to distinguish the good from the bad, so they could only smite all the Ghur tribes and express their dislike for all the Ghur people. However, this tribe before them was able to obtain a place to stay in Baldur's Gate...

"I have indeed heard some negative rumors about the Gur people, but I am not an ordinary citizen who knows nothing. I know some of the subtle differences and have a certain understanding of your tribe, so you don't have to worry that I will be affected by those rumors. Feel free to tell me your troubles."

"That would be wonderful if that's the case."

Gendler breathed a sigh of relief, finally raised the glass of beer and took a sip, then spoke in a heavy tone.

"...We are a tribe of Gur people who make a living by hunting. Most of the people in the tribe are monster hunters. They make a living by helping others get rid of the giant beasts that affect their lives. More than a month ago, Uma from the tribe led us to Baldur's Gate." "We came here for two purposes. One is to avoid the cold winter, and the other is to make money. Baldur's Gate provides us with many opportunities. There are many jobs for us to choose from. So at least until yesterday, everything went very smoothly. We made enough money and used it to buy enough supplies to survive the winter. We also built a camp on a cliff near Dusthawk Mountain in the Rolling Zone."

"The space there is very open and the terrain is very flat. It is really a very good option for camping. The tribesmen were very happy. But just last night, our camp was attacked."

Gendler tightly gripped the handle of the wine glass in his hand.

"It was a bunch of damned blood-sucking bastards! Werewolves and mutated ghouls! They attacked our tribe in the dark! They killed many of us and set fire to the warehouse where we stored our supplies. Then, when we were fully focused on resisting the attack, putting out the fire, and rescuing winter supplies, they took advantage of the chaos and abducted our children!"

"All the children! They are our future! My poor Kaisar and Kas, I really don't know what they are going through now! We need your help, sir. Our camp is too far away from Baldur's Gate. The Flaming Fist will not take care of this matter. You are the last hope we can rely on. Perhaps only a hero like you can save them!"

Vampires?! Here? What kind of surprises are hidden in this damn place waiting for me to discover.

"You didn't lie. I can feel that everything you said before is true."

"So sir!"

"No matter how you look at it, what those vampires did is really too bad. I will not allow this kind of thing to continue to happen in this city in the future, so I will help you, Gendrel. Swear in my name that I will find the hiding place of the vampires as quickly as possible, rescue your children, and then eliminate them all."

"This... this is really the best news I have heard in a while. The Gur people will never forget your kindness!"

Gendrel stood up excitedly! During their stay in Baldur's Gate, they had heard all the legendary stories about the paladin Scar and his team!

What about destroying the conspiracy of the Three Gods of Death, dragging an entire city out of hell, defeating the legendary figure Shaflock from a hundred years ago head-on, and hanging his head on the gate of the petrified lizard!

These rumors were so exaggerated that Gendler could not even verify the truth of some of them, but Shaflock's head was still hanging on the city gate!

Being able to do this has thoroughly proven their strength! With the help of such a person, the children will definitely be saved!

(End of this chapter)