A Minor Troupe Majoring in Mysticism
We are not a member of the old ancient mysticism tribe. But we are a group of people who swore our asses into the guild and fool everyone with our slyness. We consist of a band of drunkards, pirates, adventurers, philosopher, wizards and beer maker. Only 41 people by the headcount, we trudge our way with wits and inteligence, our braveness precedes our ancestors, our honor is our fist. The young ones will mature fast with us, the old wise with age. So beware with whom you made business with in the Ugly Duck Tavern. We all have our dreams.