MAROON QUILLNEST
One Thousand Club
Deep in the forest lied a rotting wooden wagon attached to a boney barely alive mule. The owner of the wagon was a very old man with balding short grey hair and a blind eye with. He had a boney face and a horrible slouch. He wore a green cloak over his battered and torn tuxideo with a red thread hanging from his neck witch was the remains of a tie. There was something about the wagon that felt magical. But it was! Very few people knew the man gave you magical rewards if you went on quests for him. So who wants to go on a adventure?