January 30th, 0917
04:43 PM
The sun had begun to sink low behind the mountain range that overlooked Last Resort as the dark clouds above began to bleed a fresh layer snow on the frontier town below. From the north entrance, a small convoy of traders and travelers came to a stop outside of the massive ski lodge that had been refurbished into a town hall. One of the members of the traveling party, a hired guard dressed in combat gear with a green shemagh concealing his face walked around to the front of the convoy, getting the attention of one of the traders before holding out an upturned palm. There was a pause of awkward silence between the two men before the trader fished out a small bulging pouch, dropping it into the hand of the guard before him.
After a curt nod and a handshake, the two men went their separate ways, with the trader disappearing into the town hall, and the hired guard, now free from his duties to keep the man safe, made a straight beeline through the shin-deep snow for one of the three bars that existed in the town. It was a small little pub with a sign that showed a caricature of a drunk snowman, limply holding a beer stein in one of its feeble twig arms. Below this picture was the bar's name in poorly painted lettering: The Sloshedman. If the guard wasn't confident that they were frozen in place, he would've rolled his eyes.
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