The Argenian Wastelands
Lukas Fudderer had made it to the barren lands between the Twilight Fens and the coastline of the Sea of Shards. This was farther South than the old Lukas had ever wanted to travel. This new Lukas had discovered a love of adventure. Being able to physically hunt for and find the artifacts he had not so long ago only chronicled in texts back in the guild offices, was so much more rewarding. He had found lost tombs, ancient texts, ornate trinkets and fantastical magical items and the hideous creatures and traps guarding them. He has also formed a network of useful contacts and dare say even a few good friends.
He now stood atop a small hill overlooking his next adventure. A journey into the Argorian Wastelands. An area known for being rocky, full of geysers, hot mud pools scrub brush and just generally inhospitable. He reached into a pouch and produced a small notebook and map. He consulted both and then began to scan the horizon.
“Three days to Silver Town and then one or two more to reach the center. That shouldn’t be too difficult.” Lukas whispered to himself.
He quickly rolled up his map and stuffed it back in the pouch along with his little notebook. He then turned to face the two dwarves climbing up the hill behind him. One shirtless and wearing tattered overalls with a large floppy tan hat. The second is wearing trousers help together with various multicolored patches, a filthy tunic leather helmet that looks at least a size to big. He is also chewing on a cattail reed and whistling a tune. Both are shoeless with filthy beards, glassy eyes, a bit of a slack jaw appearance and have an odor emanating from them that is a mix of unwashed body and swamp water.