Chapter 2

Leere Nacht the Rogue for Hire

A band of four were currently exploring the depths of a dungeon in the middle of a mountain. Said group had adventurers of every walk of life; a dwarf, an elf, a halfling, and a human. This tale is about the human in this party. He went by the name of Leere Nacht, and by his very nature he tended to stingy on assisting his temporary companions. As they explored further into ever expanding cavern the group nearly ran into a fifty foot cliff with no alternative ways of walking past the obstacle.

The party members tried to throw a rope up the side of the cliff and begin to climb or rather they attempted to anyway. This continued onward for nearly an hour as Leere stood back and watched the others futilely attempt to scale the obstacle and continue onward for their quest. The dwarf gave up after another half hour had passed with no success for himself or the other two members. They began to fuss at the rogue who simply rolled his eyes as he got to his feet to make his way to the cliff.

Taking measure of the said obstacle he deftly drew his own rope with a hook attached at the end and threw it with some effort. When rope did not grow slack or give any indication of it falling back to its own he smirked at his temporary companions. Growing excited the others raced towards the instrument of hope only to be stopped by its owner. Leere held out his hand and began rubbing his index and thumb together making both the elf and dwarf dissatisfied while the halfling tilted it's head in confusion.

"That will be fifty gold pieces per person otherwise you go nowhere," the rogue announced. The rest of the party was angered by this naturally however they realized they could be there all day and had the same amount of success they had prior to Leere's first and only attempt at securing a means of continuing forward. Once again the other grumbled as they handed over the rogue's fee for his assistance all the while stating they would never hire him again if they could help it.

The party finally conquered the cliff and what met them was a black dragon with scales dark as a moonless night. They prepared to charge forward and meet their foe head on in a battle they would tell and retell for years to come or simply become the next batch of would be heroes that failed to vanquish this magical beast like all the others before them. They, however, failed to realize that their comrade in arms had slipped back down the cliff with gold in hand as he made his way to the nearest tavern to celebrate his latest job's completion.

His 'patrons' were never heard from again.