Talk:Campaign Introduction/@comment-4624253-20111122231834

Krakkel sits at the bar reminiscing of his visit to the lone Temple of Bahamut in Loudwater, sipping idly at a rather large mug of ale. An old semi-senile farmer mumbles in his ear about ancient times, stories that were probably passed down from his father. A couple of humans brought Krakkel here two days ago, whom welcomed his presence in their feebly protected caravan. Krakkel was happy to oblige, as walking down a road alone is lonesome to say the least. Krakkel heard rumors that the townsfolk here were afraid of what lurked close beyond their borders, and he has traveled here in hopes that he might be of use by exploring these threats and protecting the small town.