Arredondo has washed out, he had lost it all gambling, in a drunken stupor. He found himself camped out on the side of road, leading into the Dry docks, playing his Lute, begging for change.
He had been sitting there for some time when he noticed an Elf walking by. The elf was very familiar, and the tinker Gnome was struggling to remember when he called out to the Elf, "Stranger, can you spare some coin?". The Elf stopped, gave him a quizzical confused look, and then handed him a gold piece.
The Gnome was looking at the coin when it snapped, the Elf was one of Tyson's new party members, one of the ones they had attacked. Looking up, the Gnome saw a way to make things up to this Elf, and in the meantime, maybe make some money, and not live on the streets.
The Gnome ran up to the Elf, yanking on his coat "Mister, I can help!"
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