Belors Downtime.

Belor's Downtime
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Pain. Belor slowly comes back to consciousness with the sunlight searing into his skull, well at least that's what it felt like. Dull flashing memories of wine, ale, strange people and bars were all too much to deal with at this what seemed to be a early hour. With a pounding head Belor got up and gathered his coin, packed all his gear, dressed and left the three whores asleep on the bed and headed for the door. 'Life is good' he thought

It had turned out to be a eventful few weeks since his encounter with Xanesha with his new found companions. After a few days recovering, Belor decided that he didn't enjoy being thrown around like a rag doll and thought that spending some of his new found wealth on a bit more protection whilst he was still in Magnimar might be a wise move. Stalking around town he eventually stumbled upon a small shop that had something that caught his eye. The shopkeeper was very attractive older woman, which suited Belor just fine. An experienced beauty was a undervalued currency in a trade he utilized frequently and he never usually had the ability to acquire such talents without passing over considerable coin. After rolling a 1 on his MILF check Belor managed to obtain a belt of giant strength and a massive bruise on his face. That was enough for Belor to saddle up and head on on home to his parents farm.

Returning home to a warm welcome and many home cooked meals Belor decides that he can easily afford to cover the day to day expenses of the farm with his Adventuring gold and decides to hire full time workers for the farm. After some objections from his parents it only took a few days for Belor to find people he was comfortable with and didn't take long for a routine to settle and Belor to get itchy feet. Sitting in the local tavern wasting time and chasing skirts Belor couldn't help wondering what his strange new friends where up too. Especially that small fellow Krolm whom he greatly admired for his bravery for such a tiny creature and was very handy in a scrap. And Twitch. ah twitch.. the man seemed to enjoy the company of trees instead of women but proved to be a most valuable and useful member of the party. Jon on the other hand was mysterious fellow and he didn't quite understand....most things about him, but he had been most useful. Belor still couldn't help the thought that Jon had a terrible secret but that was none of his business.

His mind was made up. Farm life is not for Belor and He set out saying his goodbyes, packed his now well worn gear and hoped to cross paths with his friends again.