The Tax Collector

About the adventure

A chill in the air brushes your face as you step outside of your thatched home to a gloomy day. It seems gloomy days have been more common lately in the village of Caorann. You are abruptly met by the village reeve Sratun, who warns you have one more day to pay taxes to the Noble, Count Rentros. Count Rentros has not been seen in a few years, however, the taxes continue to increase. No one is certain why there has been such a long absence of the Count. His soldiers and reeve Stratun patrol Caorann like a dictatorship. With no regard or concern for the poor, Stratun enforces tax collection with a grievous and disdainful attitude. He has fattened up so much it is as though he is using ill-gotten taxes to fund his gluttony. Yet there seems to be something more sinister brewing. It is cold and dreary as you cross the village square to enter Mafta’s pub to warm up, where you meet your fellow adventurers. An argument is brewing at a corner table as you listen quietly. You hear a cloaked man with a gruffy voice say “The count is cursed; I’ve told you a hundred times now. But you will not believe me!” “Keep it down. There are lots of ears in here.” Said the second cloaked man. “How do you explain the clouds and rain that never end?” “The taxes that keep going up?” said the first man. “I don’t know, but those are dangerous accusations!” said the second man. You are trying to hear more but there is a rowdy group of drunks in between you and the two men in the corner. You could leave it alone or try to get closer, on a second thought, you could go over and ask the two men what all of the fuss is about.