Sometimes, great questlines came from simple things. There was a Legendary quest that some guild acquired only because they chose a particular building for their guild headquarters.
Once they got in the gates of Tvarglad, Krow relaxed, expecting the escort quest to end quietly.
Obviously the world didn't agree.
Krow emptied his revolver as they barreled past the scattering trio, who hadn't expected them to charge.
"Take the reins!" He shoved the leads into Avan's hands just as the man grabbed Krow to balance his sudden change in circumstance.
A nod brushed against Krow's shoulder, and the other grabbed the reins, careened them into a side street at full speed.
[You've eliminated a Lvl 25 bandit and gained five (5) silver serpens! 1/8]
Bandits?!
Avan Fresland hadn't been exaggerating getting lost in the woods and making up a story to get sympathy? Most of the caravan thought that actually, from the pieces of gossip his ears caught.
