Chapter 1: On My Way
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	He sat at a bar in the Dragon's Neck Coliseum.  His stare was cold
and devoid of emotion.  His eyes narrowed as he did a quick sweep of the
bar.  Just the normal ruffians, thieves and bounty-hunters.  The barkeeper
was an unusual man.  He actually enjoyed serving these lowlifes.  In fact,
Siegfried noticed the barkeeper was entertained by how these people acted.
He allowed a quick smile to escape at the thought.  He was a fighter here
in the Coliseum.  He was paid well, but the prospect of fighting for profit
was becoming tedious.  The arena was becoming boring, he wanted a new
challenge.  Fresh and interesting.  The crisp, cold northern air drifted in
through a half opened window.  The barkeeper strolled over from serving
another customer.
	"Another ale please, good sir." said Siegfried.
	"Of course!  One ale!" he yelled to the back of the tavern.
	Siegfried heard various waitresses scuttling around the kitchen
trying to obey the boss's order.
	"You're a gladiator, right?" he asked Siegfried.
	"Yes, I fight occasionally." Siegfried replied curtly.
	"Would you be interested in doing a job for me?" the barkeeper
asked.
	"Oh? What type of 'job' are we speaking of?" asked Siegfried.
	"I want you to hunt someone down for me.  Goes by the name of
'Stalker', though he has many aliases.  He's very good in disguises,
and tricks people into thinking he's someone else, then cheats them."
replied the barkeep.
	A woman came out with an ale on a tray.
	"Your ale, sir." she said, putting the ale on the counter in front
of Siegfried.
	"Thank you." he replied, and tossed a coin onto the tray.
	"Sounds interesting." said Siegfried in a detached tone.
	"I'm glad you're thinking about it.  He was last spotted in
Narshe." he replied.
	Siegfried nodded, and asked, "How much will I be paid?"
	"If you can catch him I'll give you 10,000 GP.  He's part of an elite
group.  I don't know the name, or the location.  All I know, is he attacked
some supplies of mine coming through from Nikeah.  He was last spotted in
Narshe." he said.
	Siegfried prepared for a journey.

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	Siegfried had gone to bed early that evening, to rest up for the
trip.  That man seemed more than he appeared to be.  Siegfried had
concluded that he was NOT a normal bartender.  There was more to him..
but at least Siegfried was getting paid a good sum of money to hunt this
guy down.

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	Siegfried set out from the Coliseum, heading for Kohlingen.  He
set out to Kohlingen in the south-west, planning to sail to Narshe.
Kohlingen was at least partially back to normal.  Siegfried bought a cloak
preparing for the harsh cold in the north.  He paced quickly across the small
town to the port.
	"Hello sir.  Are you, by chance, heading to Narshe?" Siegfried
asked.
	"I'm heading along that way.. it'll cost ya." said the captain.
	Siegfried passed an amount of coins to the captain's outstretched
hand.
	"This is enough for one-way... we leave tomorrow." he said.
	"Alright." said Siegfried.

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	The waves lapped against the wooden hull of the boat, making a small
splashing noise.  Siegfried gazed at the endless waves.. infinite.  The time
passed, and Siegfried noticed snow coming down, slowly at first, but getting
more and more intense as they approached the northern continent with Narshe
on it.  He remembered his childhood in South Figaro.  It had a mild climate,
snowing in the winter, and warm in the summer.  This was very cold, and he
wrapped his newly bought cloak around him as they began the approach to
Narshe's port.