The dwarves handed over a great sum of money to us.
(Dwarf Faction +15, Gold +1250, Fame +1)
We left the dwarven kingdom and headed to Tornassa.
The next summer proved to be very dry and hot, and all across Daria farmers were having trouble with their crops. It wasn't a full-fledged drought or famine, but it was a difficult year. A few towns and villages were hit worse than others, including my home village. I heard about their troubles from a letter I received from the mayor. It wasn't one of our regular jobs, but I took it anyway.
Spirit was happy to be moving, and so were the other mounts that the rest of my party were riding. It was an enjoyable ride as we traveled back to my home village.
(Geography +3)
Elmvale was much smaller than I had remembered it; I had seen many great things since I had been there last. The beautiful river that ran through my village was all dried up.
We were given a room in the local tavern. We sat down with the mayor later that night to talk business. He said that the temple where I had been trained had used up all of their funds to help pay for food, but it wasn't going to be enough.