Blood and Thunder

The Grail Dialogue
It is a clear, balmy day in the port town of Ymir. Ymir is a bustling trade center nestled on the Western shore of Fiore, with hundreds of caravels and sailing ships docked or cutting lines across the choppy waters of Horn Sound. Thousands of people call it home, but for thousands more, this community is just a pit stop on their voyages to greater and more exotic locales. A plethora of travellers pass through the gates of the harbor on a daily basis, bringing with them food, language, culture... and information.

Finding the information you want is the real trick, of course. Arthur sifts through the various shopping bags and boxes errantly, before giving up and heaping the contents in a pile. A vast assortment of junk litters the grass in front of him. Antique goblets, ornate teacups... a gravy tourine. Everything BUT a magical artifact of immeasurable worth. "Rubbish. Utter tripe."

The young king leans back against the trunk of the willow, breaths a sigh of resignation, and slowly stands. Brushing himself off, the exasperated royal resolves to abandon his search for the grail for the day. "This place has no leads... just alot of peddlers and conmen. Gods, I need a drink."

Arthur walks the streets in pursuit of a tavern, and in short order discovers a decent-enough looking establishment. Glancing up at the sign, Arthur quizically remarks, "The.. Snake's Claw? Weird name." Shrugging his shoulders passively, the King enters the building.