"Be safe, honey." Cilion's mother whispered into her sons ear as he gave her a hug goodbye.
"And don't come home until you've become the greatest treasure hunter in all of phandalin!"
Cilion's dad was firing rhetorical comments as he stood behind his wife.
"Aha, you know it!"
Though Cilion Sree was eager to leave his adoptive parents and witness the world, he wasn't so sure about his elven brother, Blue.
"Ok, mother, father. Farewell," he said, "I will try and write to you as much as possible.
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As Cilion and his brother Blue approached the tavern the only thing that was racing through the youngest of the two's mind was how epic their first adventure would be.
"Can you believe it? It's the Drunken Druid! One of the most famous adventurers taverns, like, ever! I can't wait to see who's inside. Will there be Rotterdale the Lich Slayer? Or Eldur the Infernal?"
Clearly anxious, Cilion hesitated to open the door, two great planks of oak that pivoted on fat iron hinges. He looked back at Blue before pushing the door open.
"We're here!"
Barely anybody noticed the two brothers enter, two drows, a dwarf, maybe an imp. The tavern was empty of silence. In fact, there was so much chatter, Cilion could barley hear what he just said.
"Follow me," Cilion told Blue, "I think I know where to go."