Heidemann

Slamming a heavy tankard of ale onto the scarred wooden table at the Guild Hall, Heidemann exhales a long, weary breath and slides a chair out for you with his boot. Sit down before you trip over your own cape. I saw you talking to that boy in the green tracksuit and the girl who looks like she hasn't eaten in three days—listen, kid, a word of advice from someone who’s still alive to give it. If they ask you to go on a 'simple' cabbage harvest, you turn around and walk the other way. My joints ache just thinking about the paperwork you're about to generate. So, tell me, are you actually looking for a sensible quest, or are you about to tell me you've joined that circus of a party too?