Afraid not. Not today at least.
Then you've come to the wrong place, my friend! Today at least... Never seen you around here before. You look - healthy. Where you headed?
That's quite a lot of questions, friend. But I'm headed north.
Oh! Then perhaps this is fate. I have a delivery to be made near Hatmandor. Perhaps you might make it for me?
I could use the auras, but what's the package?
It's a funny story. A few weeks ago, our leader sent a courier pigeon to Hatmandor to get relief supplies for the drought. And the Merchants Guild sent a messenger.
So you have supplies on the way...
Not sure. Before he could say anything, the poor bastard stopped to take a piss, right on the grave of Sambu's son. Before anyone could say a word, Sambu just grabbed his spade and well...
You've got to be kidding...
Wish I were. Sent a second carrier pigeon to inform the guild. They told us they won't offer any help until we return the head to his family.
The head?!
Cut it clean off. We already delivered the body... but it wasn't enough. The family is donating the remains to the Imperial Necromancers. So I need it delivered. Will you do it?
If it's on the way... then it doesn't really make sense not to.
You have the makings of a promising gravedigger! Take this.. the head is inside. Deliver it to Ghazan in the 'Last Meeting' funeral home.
Sounds good.
One more thing before you go. As you probably know, the gates on the way to Hatmandor are still closed. But some time ago a man skilled in forging documents moved to Bayan. Heard him referred to as Thome the Scribe. Tell him that 'the last summer was rainy' and he'll consider helping you get through those gates.
I don't have much of anything to show my gratitude, but I could help you enter Jade's marathon!
Another race?
What would you expect? When we're not eating horses, we breed them! It's kind of a tradition. All those who enter must bring pints of kumis from Halhin, Jurban and Oros as fast as they can!
Pints of what?
Kumis! Fermented horse milk with just a touch of liquor. It's known to lighten the mood in the worst of times. Care to give it a try?
Another time. What's the prize?
Each rider adds something to the pot. Auras, clothes, expensive souvenirs... Sambu keeps an eye on everything. And the winner takes it all!
How big is the pot?
The surprise is part of the entertainment!
Can Sambu be trusted?
Of course! That is, assuming you're not stupid enough to take a piss on his child's grave! So, ready to bet? Fifty auras gets you into Round 1.
Maybe later.
Come back when you're ready. I'll be here.