Plans change. Unforeseen obstacles force us to alter our path. I came to Oslon to recruit Iberian swordsmen. Now I had to save an innocent family from the hungry fires of heretical witch hunters. Unforeseen obstacles which only delayed me in accomplishing my original mission. I still had to see if I could recruit swordsmen to join our cause–a chore made more complicated with the timely arrival of Rogarian gold and silver to pay hungry warriors. With this in mind I began making my way through the snow packed streets of Oslon still draped in my Cloak of Invisibility.
Fortunately, the bitter cold of the early morning air lit by a bright but cold sun kept the streets barren of any pedestrians. Twice I stopped to watch a contingent of purple clad Rogarian swordsmen marching from one street to
