CRIPPLED CON’S

Word from Crippled Con…yes, that Crippled Con (who ain’t as crippled as he lets on) ex-raider of the Glimmerdeep Vaults and slayer of the Brass Wyrm of Welsar (where he may or may not have possibly rumouredly lost his right leg. Apparently): “Got gold to burn and blood to spill but not enough fools to do it for me.” Here be dirty work. Dangerous work. The kind the law turns a blind eye to and the gods frown upon.

Who’s Wanted:

• Sellsword, hunters, tomb raiders, adventurers.
• No cowards. No crybabies. No questions.

Ask for Con at the back table. He’s the one who limps when he laughs. Don’t ask about his leg.
Come for the pleasure. Stay for the peril.