C.A.R.P.S.

Cryx, a small firewalker with particularly charred hands and feet, walks into the tavern and over to the job board. With some effort, he hoists himself up onto the counter and pins a note to the board before heading back out and into the woods.

[Written in Ga'Vin]

Greetings to my Firewalking kin,

I am seeking stories from our people and have some of my own to share. If you are familiar with the ways of our people, or want to be, feel free to join me at or near the Silver Rose the morning of the 23rd day of the 6th moon. Know that I will buy each firewalker a drink that day should they want one. I have recently achieved Grand Mastery in the ways of Wyldfire and would be more than happy to provide training in exchange for your stories.

-Cryxasha of Cindersoul