The cart rolled to stop at Green Bay village. Immediately the mercenary group of players requested signatures from Wharm. Once receiving their signatures they bade farewell to Akiol and moved towards the nearby mercenary branch. Undoubtedly to turn in the request for the corresponding reputation points.
Wharm took off his top hat and wiped his forehead. With a smile towards Akiol he expressed his gratitude, "You have been an utter blessing my friend."
"Fate has a strange way of working.", Akiol smiled in return as he slid of the cart, "Although this is where we likely part ways."
"It was a pleasure traveling with you nonetheless.", Wharm's attention returned to his cart, "Say. . ."
Rummaging through the carts contents Wharm fished out a leather cloak. Shaking the dust off it he presented it to Akiol, "Although this is a prized possession, I fear it still falls short. I want you to have this, as thanks for your help."
"I did not-"
