Wharftown, yet again, was sacked just before dawn by a small army of bandits. Despite the flames and smoke that rose high into the sky, almost nobody came to the town's aid. As such, the town was completely overrun, leaving many citizens homeless or dead, and the militia decimated. Wharftown may have endured worse in the past, but it will be some time before the small village gets back on its feet.

The town has been thoroughly looted of all useful supplies - particularly foodstuffs, gold, arms, armor, and all metal implements. Rumors persist of mercenaries and the darkwood robbers of Lumorier bolstering the bandit ranks... and of a towering bandit chieftan with a gigantic greatsword, who could slice through men like so much chaff...

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One thing I know for a fact:
Moustache stays
Right where it's at.