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Iron Horse is fairly well known in the small towns on the edges of Gelidi. Often the people there hire him to carry messages or packages from one town to another, from cousin to cousin or to an old friend When he is asked by a servant to come to the house of the wealthiest man in the small town of Chizana he finds it a bit strange, normally those rich people don't bother asking him. But the servant is nice and promises money just for going.

• Iron Horse doesn't really care much for the money itself, but he's always glad to do any sort of honest job! If the rich man wants his services... well, he's not about to turn him down. So, at the appointed time, the boy can be seen running down the streets towards the rich man's house and leaving a small trail of dust behind him.

Instead of a servant, a young woman wrapped in many layers of partly translucent silk. The light blues and purples of her dress provide a stunning contrast to her dark hair. Her eyes are slightly tilted and her features are fine, carved in ivory. She smiles charmingly at you.

Vestra: "Are you Iron Horse?"

• Vestra has a voice of chiming bells. Even from the distance he is standing at, Iron Horse can detect a faintly sweet scent around the young beauty, some spice or flower she has perfumed herself with
• Iron Horse stops on a dime as he reaches the spot, takes a quick moment to dust off his pants (to no avail), and then grins boyishly at the pretty woman. "Yes ma'am, that's what they call me!" He pauses for about a second, and then starts a gives a respectful bow as he remembers his etiquette lessons. "Is... ah... milady my client this day?"

Vestra: "No, no" she giggles, a musical tinkling. "My father wishes your services. Come, I will take you to him." Laying her hand on your arm lightly, the young lady takes you into the dark-wooded, foreboding house.

• Iron Horse blinks a bit as he's led into the house, taking a moment to look up at it.

Inside the house, a few servants cross your path but they duck away as soon as they can. They keep their eyes down, never looking at you as they hurry along. Vestra hardly notices them as she glides through the hallways. The house itself is, both inside and out, made of thick panels of dark, ashy wood that offer no shine. Some polish has been applied to the wood to bring out the depth of its texture while keeping it matte. It is peculiarly dark inside. Some polish has been applied to the wood to bring out the depth of its texture while keeping it matte. It is peculiarly dark inside.

• Iron Horse ... doesn't seem to mind the darkness all that much, instead gaping a bit. "Wow... this is big." Vestra: "I suppose so. Father was thinking of adding another room...do you like the house?" Iron Horse: "Well... it's big! My family only has a couple of rooms... I never get used to seeing these huge houses."

Vestra: "You're so funny, Iron Horse...here, this is my father's study. Go on in." The young woman smiles and opens the door for you to enter Iron Horse: "Ah! much appreciated, ma'am"

• Iron Horse grins and gives a small nod before stepping right in.

The room is even more massive and dark then the rest of the house, only two lanterns within provide light in the windowless space. The entire room seems to pulse like the gullet of some dark beast as the lamps flicker faintly. A tall, heavily fleshed man sits in a rickety chair behind a desk. Looking up, he seems...dead for a moment. His eyes hidden in shadow and his mouth open, no words coming out.

• Iron Horse blinks for a couple of moments, and steps closer. Maybe his eyes are playing tricks on him. "Uh... sir?"

Vladok: "Ah. Iron Horse, you've come. Thank you. Very simply, I want you to escort a package for me, from here to Luksa." Luksa is another town, somewhat larger, a few days from here through the mountain passes

As you step forward you can see his eyes, dark brown and sunken into his head. He's normal enough, just creepy.

• Iron Horse pauses, and nods with a grin. Yep, darned eyes. "Yes sir! What do you want me to deliver?"

Vladok: "My daughter Vestra. She needs to travel to her aunt."

• Iron Horse blinks. "... oh... ooooh... I've never delivered a person before."

Vladok: "I'm sure you can handle it. You just need to keep her safe on her trip. Her aunt will compensate you handsomely, as will I."

• Iron Horse crosses his arms, and nodnods. "Hmm... ok... she has a horse, right? I'm used to moving quickly!"

Vladok: "She has a horse, yes. I can provide you one if you need it." Iron Horse: "That's ok! I'm better at runnin' that at ridin'! But I'll still get her to Luska safely, sir!"

• Vladok smiles thinly, a disturbing death-rictus. "I have every confidence you will. You may leave at any time, but leave before sundown."

Iron Horse: "Right-o! We'll leave as soon as possible then!"

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