Johnathan Birkwood, patriarch of house Birkwood, count of Mountumbria, recently disappeared while at sea, he was last seen by his crew, as they were sailing away from farahdeen, whoever finds him, dead, or alive will receive many regals, and a large share of the Birkwood wine and spice company. -Ramsay Birkwood
Erhard Drache would readjust his monocle to better read the notice. He scoffs at it, muttering to anyone within earshot. "The damned fool is probably dead. Mutiny from the sounds of it." He would grip the dragon head of his cane, pressing down as he turns to saunter away. The elder Drache would start walking and mutter to himself about how no one would be lost at sea if he was still in the navy.
As Fudail was walking to the Tavern, he would see the notice. Fudail would shake his head, "What a shame." and would continue on his walk.
Ella Birkwood was coddling her small kitten on the couch, stricken with grief. "He must be okay, he must." Ella barely eats, and never leaves the estate.
Matthias Heinrich "Spirit's sake Birkwood!" he exclaimed, "Why in the void did you go to Farahdeen? You stupid man, you're going to get yourself killed." Matthias then shook his head, heading into the tavern.
Allard Dueal/Capecci Was chilling in the tavern, sitting next to Claire Capecci, arm around her, and taking a sip of some wine he purchased earlier."I love it. Missing people. It really makes people want to search when there's a huge reward. Sadly, physical treasures mean nothing in the long run. Most of these people must have things in the now." He said, keeping an arm around Claire.@HelloFroyo
Alfons Birkwood He burst into laughter at sight of the notice "Good luck boy" he'd carry on laughing as he wandered off
An old blonde haired man, with a missing leg, hand, and a half burnt face would see the notice, and it jogged memories the man had thought lost forever, suddenly remembering his name, he rushed towards the nearest ship at the docks, as fast as his peg leg could carry him. "Take me to farahdeen, and you all can split the reward!". The old stag, Maximus Birkwood, father of Johnathan Birkwood, former patriarch of house Birkwood, had not died months ago after all.
Just imagine some random old bum stumbling across a dead Birkwood to then receive a large share in a big wine company.
