I started outside some house in Poodunkland. This is where it is on the map.
Osta stumbled wearily into town. How long had she been walking? three days, at least. Ever since her warband had met its end at the hands of a goblin ambush. Her own people! How could they have the audacity to kill a fellow warband for some petty trinkets? She would find revenge.
"Anyhow", she thinks, pausing briefly outside a house, "I need to find a way to ingratiate myslef to the locals". Filthy humans they may be, but they would be able to resupply her. Having managed to grab her war gear before she fled (they were so scary and fierce), she was not only poor but in dire need of more food. She had a few fish from a stream, but that was hardly enough for 2 more sunrises.
She would need tact, as she knew well she was at war with the neighbors of these, and humans, at least, value fellow blood more than her kind. They liked it to keep it on the inside...
"Hello, Sera" Osta managed to force out with a raspy vioce. "I hope you will be hospitable."
Though clearly a little taken aback, the fish gutter seemed willing enough to take a break from his smelly task.
"Erm, hello. What are you doing out here? You shouldn't be traveling alone around here."
(around here? Is that some vieled threat?) I am Osta Demonchunks. I am a traveler in need of information and possibly a way to earn a meal," Osta replied, hand unconciously drifting toward her axe. Fortunately for the stinky fisherman, any racism she imagined not seem again.
"I need work, to buy a hearty meal." Osta put forth.
"We have one problem. A monster of the night, twisted into a beast form, seemingly immune to all but copper. Its killed a man, and it may not stop now that it has blood. Kill Espir Counselledheroes."
"Fair enough, sera. I shall rid this menace to your kind, if you tell me where I may resupply."
"Why our capital Rushwinds is only a few hours walk northeast. But... well just hurry up." The fisherman muttered, mind already back on his task.
"Stupid peasant," Osta thought, "No wonder we have to liberate the children of human."
Feeling better now that that unpleasantry was over, Osta went off to kill this poor twisted night creature. How bad could it be? One kill? Pfffh, she's seen racoons with more kills. Nevertheless, she didn't want a less amiable hume to find her, so she snuck to her target, a short walk westways. A few hours later, she arrived uneventfully.
pausing briefly above the filthy hovel this thing dwelt in, she wished she had bothered to learn the name of her God of Death. One can never be too ingratiated to the Gods...