Sylmeriscomes in a bit closer and gives a deep bow, her face hold a warm smile, "Thank you... Alcalde Revis. I am Sylmeris Dal'thien, a traveller and entertainer; I was staying here just for the night, actually." The elf pauses for a moment at the question of being where's she is from, "so many roads I've walked... difficult to remember the first. Your words are kind, I am more than happy to know I am able to be of some assistance in this tragic time."
"Welcome, Sylmeris. 'Aelith Ethminderail Aelin, Fentaris Surfeil-estinvarl Fentin'. It is good to see another of the fair folk come to visit our humble town. 'Deristhall Alumeinae Tevinseth Dusendra Eltune'. Pray forgive my Elvish if it is a little rusty. I have few occassion to speak it these days. And as with Dewi, please accept my thanks for any aid that you have already rendered Ambersilt and my appreciation for your generous offer of future assistance."
The Alcalde places both hands over his heart and extends them towards you before lowering his arms and dipping into a low bow with both palms facing upwards in a fair imitation of a formal Leyinthalar greeting.
[OOC] A spoiler for PCs who can speak Elvish (everyone except Dewi and Mazin):
"This place is your place, my home is your home."
"May the songs we share bring joy to all."
These are both traditional formal welcomes and phrases of hospitality and friendship employed within the Elvish kingdom of Leyinthalar.
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Mazin ducks to enter. Like many building here, it does not seem to be designed for someone of his stature. He goes into the sitting room and a tension seems to leave his body as he sees Thurk sitting and talking to the others. He smiles and nods to Thurk.
As he is about to greet them, his new cat friend jumped off his shoulder. He stares, amazed as it turns into a person. Huh, so Daruk wasn't making up those stories about Druid's changing into animals.
As they talk of the orcs and the attacks, he remember something. "Oh, yes. The orcs were saying something when they were attacking. They wanted more pointy ears for Brokar's trophy? And I think they called themselves the Severed Spine."
As Mazin entered the room the tiny blue-grey cat on his shoulder leapt to the floor blossoming into the dark haired woman with blue-grey skin.
" Not orc, no."
" It was evening and I was in the river... I heard many two leg sounds and swam upstream. I saw four laughing cloaked figures, smaller than me, with an equal number of hounds gathered on the riverbank. Two of the figures fired arrows from bows at a scaled-woman who was standing in the shallows. The woman appeared to be struck, at which point the dogs were sent in. They tore her to pieces before I could get close enough to assist....there was nothing to be done, her spirit had already fled."
"What's this? You saw the murder we've been trying to solve? Was it the same cloaked figures we saw on horses after the battle?"
As they talk of the orcs and the attacks, he remember something. "Oh, yes. The orcs were saying something when they were attacking. They wanted more pointy ears for Brokar's trophy? And I think they called themselves the Severed Spine."
"This is good info! I don't remember them saying that, I must have missed it. So we've got the Severed Spine and Brokar. Who's heard of those before?"
As Mazin entered the room the tiny blue-grey cat on his shoulder leapt to the floor blossoming into the dark haired woman with blue-grey skin.
" Not orc, no."
" It was evening and I was in the river... I heard many two leg sounds and swam upstream. I saw four laughing cloaked figures, smaller than me, with an equal number of hounds gathered on the riverbank. Two of the figures fired arrows from bows at a scaled-woman who was standing in the shallows. The woman appeared to be struck, at which point the dogs were sent in. They tore her to pieces before I could get close enough to assist....there was nothing to be done, her spirit had already fled."
"What's this? You saw the murder we've been trying to solve? Was it the same cloaked figures we saw on horses after the battle?"
" I did not see those figures. Were they small?"
" Yes, I saw it. That is why I followed you all from the river."
Mazin ducks to enter. Like many building here, it does not seem to be designed for someone of his stature. He goes into the sitting room and a tension seems to leave his body as he sees Thurk sitting and talking to the others. He smiles and nods to Thurk.
As he is about to greet them, his new cat friend jumped off his shoulder. He stares, amazed as it turns into a person. Huh, so Daruk wasn't making up those stories about Druid's changing into animals.
As they talk of the orcs and the attacks, he remember something. "Oh, yes. The orcs were saying something when they were attacking. They wanted more pointy ears for Brokar's trophy? And I think they called themselves the Severed Spine."
Something of Thurk's vitality seems to return to the lizardman smith as Mazin speaks up and steps forward. Struggling to sit upright despite the objection and resisting hand of Revis, the broad shouldered craftsman raises a fist in greeting to the barbarian, then says,
"Greetings, Mazin. It is good to see you once more. I am not surprised that you survived the marshlands and had a hand in defeating Ambersilt's attackers.
I have not heard of this Brokar, but I believe that I have heard of an orcish tribe called the Severed Spine... though it must have been many years ago and I cannot recall details right now."
Revis also greets Mazin warmly, but then a puzzled look crosses the old gnome's face and he asks,
"Err, how do you know this, Mazin? Were the orcs conversing in common?"
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Mazin shakes his head. "They were not speaking common. My teacher, Daruk, insisted that I learn to speak orcish. He claimed it was important to exercise the mind as well as the body. Honestly, I think he just preferred orcish to common and wanted someone to talk to in his mother tongue."
Mazin shakes his head. "They were not speaking common. My teacher, Daruk, insisted that I learn to speak orcish. He claimed it was important to exercise the mind as well as the body. Honestly, I think he just preferred orcish to common and wanted someone to talk to in his mother tongue."
Revis nods slowly, still smiling but watching the large warrior closely as he says,
"Your teacher was... an orc? Fascinating. Would he perhaps know more of this Brokar or the Severed Spine tribe?"
Thurk is likewise watching Mazin closely, his gaze nuetral as he remarks slowly,
"This Daruk is correct - the mind is a true warrior's greatest weapon and his strongest shield. Your mentor's words have wisdom and you honour him by remembering those lessons."
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Dewi yawned and then knelt on the floor where she stood curling up into a fetal position and closing her eyes.....
Revis notices the young druid's fatigue and looks slightly embarrassed, quickly saying,
"What was I thinking... of course you are all exhausted. And Thurk needs his rest if he is to help with the rebuilding efforts tomorrow. Besides, it looks like there is little more to be gained by talking tonight. Of course you are all welcome to stay here the night. There is soup aplenty and while I do not have enough beds for you all, I can provide blankets at least. Otherwise, I am sure that Myren will put you all up over at the Marsh Oak.
Perhaps in the light of a new day, we might make more sense of all that is happening?"
Thurk looks like he is about to protest, but then even the usually hardy smith seems to realise how exhausted everyone is after the nights events. True to his word, Revis puts out additional bowls for soup and begins stacking blankets for anyone who wishes to spend the rest of the night here.
[OOC] Nice prompt from Dewi, lol. Unless anyone PCs want to do/say anything else this night, I'll post continuation for the next morning.
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Mazin shakes his head. "They were not speaking common. My teacher, Daruk, insisted that I learn to speak orcish. He claimed it was important to exercise the mind as well as the body. Honestly, I think he just preferred orcish to common and wanted someone to talk to in his mother tongue."
Revis nods slowly, still smiling but watching the large warrior closely as he says,
"Your teacher was... an orc? Fascinating. Would he perhaps know more of this Brokar or the Severed Spine tribe?"
Thurk is likewise watching Mazin closely, his gaze nuetral as he remarks slowly,
"This Daruk is correct - the mind is a true warrior's greatest weapon and his strongest shield. Your mentor's words have wisdom and you honour him by remembering those lessons."
Mazin nods. "Yes, he was an orc. He...saved me. If it makes you feel better, he was exiled from his tribe long ago."
history12 to see if Mazin remembers if Daruk said anthing about the Severed Spine or Brokar.
Mazin nods. "Yes, he was an orc. He...saved me. If it makes you feel better, he was exiled from his tribe long ago."
history12 to see if Mazin remembers if Daruk said anthing about the Severed Spine or Brokar.
Revis again looks a little embarrassed as the Alcalde hands out a number of multi-coloured blankets and somewhat lumpy pillows.
"Err, well, I generally have nothing against orcs or any other people, of course... unless they happen to be trying to kill me or destroy my home. Being pushed away from and different to others of his kind may not be such a terrible thing in this instance. I'm sure this Daruk is a fine fellow..."
It is hard to tell with his largely inscrutable features, but Thurk pauses to look at Revis in silent contemplation for a long moment, before gingerly and slowly climbing to his feet. The nearby gnome makes a dissaproving sound and makes as though to usher the still-recovering smith back to his rest, but the stout Lizardman raises a hand in calm denial and says before moving towards the front door of the home,
"I am fine, Revis. Least I am well enough to walk home to my own bed. Thank you for your care, old friend.
Mazin... I am sorry to hear that your teacher was exiled from his tribe. Regardless of any peoples' failings and flaws, it is... would be a hard thing to be cast out from ones own society and kin.
It is good to see you all again and an honour to meet you both, Dewi and Sylmeris."
Perhaps it is your fatigue or the distance of years, more likely both, but it is hard for Mazin to remember exactly what Daruk had told of him of the Severed Spine tribe. The tired barbarian recalls something about their being a small tribe that kept to themselves and that they were reknowned for breeding fierce warriors. Mazin thinks that Daruk may have mentioned something about half-orcs also, but the details of that long ago conversation remain frustratingly beyond the huge warriors' reach.
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Revis hands the quiet, relective Alwin a blanket and a fresh bowl of soup, before moving on to his next temporary guest. Try as he might, the well-read half-elf cannot recall having ever come across information relating to a tribe of orcs called the Severed Spine.
[OOC] Spoiler for Alwin:
Most of what the book loving fighter had encountered about orcs amidst the citadel's library was vague and general, relating to their savage and relentless attacks against other races in the North Vast, particularly the elves of Leyinthalar. While the orcs lacked a kingdom of their own like the Yuan-ti or great armies like the wyrmbloods of the Dragon Maw mountains, the elves of the Green Deep had still held a deep antipathy towards the orcs of the region, this much Alwin knew.
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Kestrell takes the blanket and another bowl of soup, snuggles up in a corner with the blanket and slurps the soup. As the adrenaline from the battle wears off, he discovers how tired he really is and falls asleep.
Alwin just accepts the soup and blanket "Th...ank you."clearly caught up in his head trying to remember, the conversation seems to have passed Alwin "Do you know wh...ere th..ey are? Maybe, we co...uld take th...e atta...ck to th...em? Scare th...em from atta...cking again."
Mazin nods to Revis. As Thurk goes to leave, he'll say "Stay safe, friend. I'm glad to see you doing well. But let me know if you need any assistance."
He'll accept a bowl of soup and blanket that are offered. "This is very good! Thank you for your hospitality. Sorry for imposing."
As they settle in for bed, Mazin pulls out his unfinished Dryad carving. He contemplates working on it some more, but realizes it will make a mess of the Alcade's house. Also, he was exhausted from the events of the day. He will work on it more later.
Sylmerisaccepts the generous offerings with the highest regards of thanks in Elvish.
She finds a little corner and unconsciously turns away from the group while burying herself under the blankets. In the near-darkness the elf watches her hand go from the pale skin to the sheer chalk colour... and then back again. Smiling to herself, she hears a song in her head, a breath away from humming it aloud, as she eases her tense self to sleep...
Alwin just accepts the soup and blanket "Th...ank you."clearly caught up in his head trying to remember, the conversation seems to have passed Alwin "Do you know wh...ere th..ey are? Maybe, we co...uld take th...e atta...ck to th...em? Scare th...em from atta...cking again."
Returning from seeing Thurk to the door, Revis is in the process of dimming the room's sole lantern when Alwin stutters out his question. Pausing in thought, the hospitable gnome finally replys in a quiet voice, as though growing wearing of the discussion, or just plain weary,
"I suppose that might be a possibility if we knew where these attackers came from... not that Ambersilt has that kind of strength anyway. But the truth is that I have no idea where these orcs are striking from, Alwin. There once was a time when small tribes and clans lived all over these lands, in Talontop Forest, the Shallowcrest Hills, Thassinger Valley and across these very marshlands we're standing in now, but most have been wiped out or enslaved over the last century by the Yuan-ti.
I dare say that you'd find plenty to the South under the whips and lashing tongues of the snake people, but as for free orcs? As strange as it seems, you'd probably find more of them living in the foothills of the Dragonmaws or near the borders of Leyinthalar now, since the Jade Empire still seems hesitant to cause open conflict with its more powerful neighbours. It's even possible that there might even be tribes still living deeper within Heartstar Kingdom itself, though they'd likely keep their heads low to avoid drawing the ire of The Council and Ascendrith's military. Primecounsel Ny-sallar is fair and just, but she'd not hesitate to stamp out any threat to our people within the Kingdom itself."
Clearly fatigued and a little dejected at having no clear path to protecting his town, Revis bids Alwin goodnight.
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Mazin nods to Revis. As Thurk goes to leave, he'll say "Stay safe, friend. I'm glad to see you doing well. But let me know if you need any assistance."
He'll accept a bowl of soup and blanket that are offered. "This is very good! Thank you for your hospitality. Sorry for imposing."
As they settle in for bed, Mazin pulls out his unfinished Dryad carving. He contemplates working on it some more, but realizes it will make a mess of the Alcade's house. Also, he was exhausted from the events of the day. He will work on it more later.
"We will speak tomorrow. Rest well, Mazin." And then Thurk is gone.
Revis nods in a tired fashion, still managing a weak smile before he also retires to bed, saying, "You are welcome guests. There is no imposition. Sleep and hopefully tomorrow we will make more sense of the dangers that beset us."
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24 Eleint - 509 Dale Reckoning (DR), The South-Eastern North Vast, Heartstar Kingdom, Frontier Town of Ambersilt
You wake fully rested the next morning in the sitting room of Ambersilt's gnomish Alcalde, stretching as you look to the rooms two windows, noting the blue sky and brigtening sunlight outside. Some bread, cheese and cold meats sit on a platter on nearby table along with two pitchers of water. Next to the food and drink is a small note written in common,
'Good morning, friends. I woke early and have procurred a wagon in order to go check on the workers dwelling near the peat fields. Please make yourselves at home as long as you need. I should return around noon and will seek you out then. Yours truly, Revis.'
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"Welcome, Sylmeris. 'Aelith Ethminderail Aelin, Fentaris Surfeil-estinvarl Fentin'. It is good to see another of the fair folk come to visit our humble town. 'Deristhall Alumeinae Tevinseth Dusendra Eltune'. Pray forgive my Elvish if it is a little rusty. I have few occassion to speak it these days. And as with Dewi, please accept my thanks for any aid that you have already rendered Ambersilt and my appreciation for your generous offer of future assistance."
The Alcalde places both hands over his heart and extends them towards you before lowering his arms and dipping into a low bow with both palms facing upwards in a fair imitation of a formal Leyinthalar greeting.
[OOC] A spoiler for PCs who can speak Elvish (everyone except Dewi and Mazin):
"This place is your place, my home is your home."
"May the songs we share bring joy to all."
These are both traditional formal welcomes and phrases of hospitality and friendship employed within the Elvish kingdom of Leyinthalar.
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Mazin ducks to enter. Like many building here, it does not seem to be designed for someone of his stature. He goes into the sitting room and a tension seems to leave his body as he sees Thurk sitting and talking to the others. He smiles and nods to Thurk.
As he is about to greet them, his new cat friend jumped off his shoulder. He stares, amazed as it turns into a person. Huh, so Daruk wasn't making up those stories about Druid's changing into animals.
As they talk of the orcs and the attacks, he remember something. "Oh, yes. The orcs were saying something when they were attacking. They wanted more pointy ears for Brokar's trophy? And I think they called themselves the Severed Spine."
"What's this? You saw the murder we've been trying to solve? Was it the same cloaked figures we saw on horses after the battle?"
"This is good info! I don't remember them saying that, I must have missed it. So we've got the Severed Spine and Brokar. Who's heard of those before?"
History check: 4
" I did not see those figures. Were they small?"
" Yes, I saw it. That is why I followed you all from the river."
Something of Thurk's vitality seems to return to the lizardman smith as Mazin speaks up and steps forward. Struggling to sit upright despite the objection and resisting hand of Revis, the broad shouldered craftsman raises a fist in greeting to the barbarian, then says,
"Greetings, Mazin. It is good to see you once more. I am not surprised that you survived the marshlands and had a hand in defeating Ambersilt's attackers.
I have not heard of this Brokar, but I believe that I have heard of an orcish tribe called the Severed Spine... though it must have been many years ago and I cannot recall details right now."
Revis also greets Mazin warmly, but then a puzzled look crosses the old gnome's face and he asks,
"Err, how do you know this, Mazin? Were the orcs conversing in common?"
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Mazin shakes his head. "They were not speaking common. My teacher, Daruk, insisted that I learn to speak orcish. He claimed it was important to exercise the mind as well as the body. Honestly, I think he just preferred orcish to common and wanted someone to talk to in his mother tongue."
Revis nods slowly, still smiling but watching the large warrior closely as he says,
"Your teacher was... an orc? Fascinating. Would he perhaps know more of this Brokar or the Severed Spine tribe?"
Thurk is likewise watching Mazin closely, his gaze nuetral as he remarks slowly,
"This Daruk is correct - the mind is a true warrior's greatest weapon and his strongest shield. Your mentor's words have wisdom and you honour him by remembering those lessons."
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Dewi yawned and then knelt on the floor where she stood curling up into a fetal position and closing her eyes.....
Revis notices the young druid's fatigue and looks slightly embarrassed, quickly saying,
"What was I thinking... of course you are all exhausted. And Thurk needs his rest if he is to help with the rebuilding efforts tomorrow. Besides, it looks like there is little more to be gained by talking tonight. Of course you are all welcome to stay here the night. There is soup aplenty and while I do not have enough beds for you all, I can provide blankets at least. Otherwise, I am sure that Myren will put you all up over at the Marsh Oak.
Perhaps in the light of a new day, we might make more sense of all that is happening?"
Thurk looks like he is about to protest, but then even the usually hardy smith seems to realise how exhausted everyone is after the nights events. True to his word, Revis puts out additional bowls for soup and begins stacking blankets for anyone who wishes to spend the rest of the night here.
[OOC] Nice prompt from Dewi, lol. Unless anyone PCs want to do/say anything else this night, I'll post continuation for the next morning.
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Mazin nods. "Yes, he was an orc. He...saved me. If it makes you feel better, he was exiled from his tribe long ago."
history 12 to see if Mazin remembers if Daruk said anthing about the Severed Spine or Brokar.
Alwin just begins to think as Thurk continues to talk about the orcs, trying to recall anything he may have been taught about them.
OOC:
history check: 4
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Revis again looks a little embarrassed as the Alcalde hands out a number of multi-coloured blankets and somewhat lumpy pillows.
"Err, well, I generally have nothing against orcs or any other people, of course... unless they happen to be trying to kill me or destroy my home. Being pushed away from and different to others of his kind may not be such a terrible thing in this instance. I'm sure this Daruk is a fine fellow..."
It is hard to tell with his largely inscrutable features, but Thurk pauses to look at Revis in silent contemplation for a long moment, before gingerly and slowly climbing to his feet. The nearby gnome makes a dissaproving sound and makes as though to usher the still-recovering smith back to his rest, but the stout Lizardman raises a hand in calm denial and says before moving towards the front door of the home,
"I am fine, Revis. Least I am well enough to walk home to my own bed. Thank you for your care, old friend.
Mazin... I am sorry to hear that your teacher was exiled from his tribe. Regardless of any peoples' failings and flaws, it is... would be a hard thing to be cast out from ones own society and kin.
It is good to see you all again and an honour to meet you both, Dewi and Sylmeris."
Perhaps it is your fatigue or the distance of years, more likely both, but it is hard for Mazin to remember exactly what Daruk had told of him of the Severed Spine tribe. The tired barbarian recalls something about their being a small tribe that kept to themselves and that they were reknowned for breeding fierce warriors. Mazin thinks that Daruk may have mentioned something about half-orcs also, but the details of that long ago conversation remain frustratingly beyond the huge warriors' reach.
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Revis hands the quiet, relective Alwin a blanket and a fresh bowl of soup, before moving on to his next temporary guest. Try as he might, the well-read half-elf cannot recall having ever come across information relating to a tribe of orcs called the Severed Spine.
[OOC] Spoiler for Alwin:
Most of what the book loving fighter had encountered about orcs amidst the citadel's library was vague and general, relating to their savage and relentless attacks against other races in the North Vast, particularly the elves of Leyinthalar. While the orcs lacked a kingdom of their own like the Yuan-ti or great armies like the wyrmbloods of the Dragon Maw mountains, the elves of the Green Deep had still held a deep antipathy towards the orcs of the region, this much Alwin knew.
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Kestrell takes the blanket and another bowl of soup, snuggles up in a corner with the blanket and slurps the soup. As the adrenaline from the battle wears off, he discovers how tired he really is and falls asleep.
Alwin just accepts the soup and blanket "Th...ank you." clearly caught up in his head trying to remember, the conversation seems to have passed Alwin "Do you know wh...ere th..ey are? Maybe, we co...uld take th...e atta...ck to th...em? Scare th...em from atta...cking again."
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Mazin nods to Revis. As Thurk goes to leave, he'll say "Stay safe, friend. I'm glad to see you doing well. But let me know if you need any assistance."
He'll accept a bowl of soup and blanket that are offered. "This is very good! Thank you for your hospitality. Sorry for imposing."
As they settle in for bed, Mazin pulls out his unfinished Dryad carving. He contemplates working on it some more, but realizes it will make a mess of the Alcade's house. Also, he was exhausted from the events of the day. He will work on it more later.
Sylmeris accepts the generous offerings with the highest regards of thanks in Elvish.
She finds a little corner and unconsciously turns away from the group while burying herself under the blankets. In the near-darkness the elf watches her hand go from the pale skin to the sheer chalk colour... and then back again. Smiling to herself, she hears a song in her head, a breath away from humming it aloud, as she eases her tense self to sleep...
Returning from seeing Thurk to the door, Revis is in the process of dimming the room's sole lantern when Alwin stutters out his question. Pausing in thought, the hospitable gnome finally replys in a quiet voice, as though growing wearing of the discussion, or just plain weary,
"I suppose that might be a possibility if we knew where these attackers came from... not that Ambersilt has that kind of strength anyway. But the truth is that I have no idea where these orcs are striking from, Alwin. There once was a time when small tribes and clans lived all over these lands, in Talontop Forest, the Shallowcrest Hills, Thassinger Valley and across these very marshlands we're standing in now, but most have been wiped out or enslaved over the last century by the Yuan-ti.
I dare say that you'd find plenty to the South under the whips and lashing tongues of the snake people, but as for free orcs? As strange as it seems, you'd probably find more of them living in the foothills of the Dragonmaws or near the borders of Leyinthalar now, since the Jade Empire still seems hesitant to cause open conflict with its more powerful neighbours. It's even possible that there might even be tribes still living deeper within Heartstar Kingdom itself, though they'd likely keep their heads low to avoid drawing the ire of The Council and Ascendrith's military. Primecounsel Ny-sallar is fair and just, but she'd not hesitate to stamp out any threat to our people within the Kingdom itself."
Clearly fatigued and a little dejected at having no clear path to protecting his town, Revis bids Alwin goodnight.
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"We will speak tomorrow. Rest well, Mazin." And then Thurk is gone.
Revis nods in a tired fashion, still managing a weak smile before he also retires to bed, saying, "You are welcome guests. There is no imposition. Sleep and hopefully tomorrow we will make more sense of the dangers that beset us."
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24 Eleint - 509 Dale Reckoning (DR), The South-Eastern North Vast, Heartstar Kingdom, Frontier Town of Ambersilt
You wake fully rested the next morning in the sitting room of Ambersilt's gnomish Alcalde, stretching as you look to the rooms two windows, noting the blue sky and brigtening sunlight outside. Some bread, cheese and cold meats sit on a platter on nearby table along with two pitchers of water. Next to the food and drink is a small note written in common,
'Good morning, friends. I woke early and have procurred a wagon in order to go check on the workers dwelling near the peat fields. Please make yourselves at home as long as you need. I should return around noon and will seek you out then. Yours truly, Revis.'
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