A middle aged man sits around a campfire with his mercenary band of men and women. He has an eye patch over his right eye, miss his left arm and a scar on his neck resembling that of something that slashed his throat. The fire crackles as he takes a large drink of his ale and he looks out past the fire to see two of his subordinates running back with some papers in hand. "Boss! Boss! We are going to be rich!!" One of them yells as he is out of breathe and reaches the campfire. "What are you two on about now?" Says Eurylochus as he sets his drink down and stands with his hand stretched out as to reach for the paper.
The man reaches the paper out to Eurylochus as he puts his other hand on his knees gasping for air as he has just ran a very long distance. The other man goes and sits down and reaches for the beans that were on the fire and pulls a piece of what appears to be some kind of pork and begins eating. After a few mins he finishes reading the paper and begins to from slightly. "Dogs!" He yells and everyone in the immediate camp snaps to attention. "Looks like we are pulling out of this place since we drained them of their coin. Copperfalls has given all she has to us.....but! There's a new venture on Altour.....sounds like there's caps to be had and boose to be drank ya filthy animals!" He pockets the piece of paper and turns to his men. "Ok everyone let's get pack up and ready to roll out at first light. From the looks of it we got a long journey ahead of us and I intend on making it there before anyone else has had a chance to make my money!"
Cheering is heard from everyone at the camp as they praise Eurylochus for bringing them fortune. The next morning the camp has been broken down and ready to be moved with all traces of the previous activity erased from site. The Purple Hand of the Golden set out for Altour with their banner held high.