Shiv
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Post by Shiv on Jan 2, 2011 7:41:14 GMT -5
<Dwarven> "Valans haven eh?" Isgur rasps, taking a quick swig from the tankard sitting on his stone slab. "I can see why you'd have to be quick, winter comin' and all." Waddling over to a nearby cluttered bookshelf, the ancinet dwarf starts rumaging through the stacks of papers it contains, his lips moving as if whispering to himself though no words come out. The only thing heard for almost a full minute is the rustling of old paper and the crackling of the fire while the dwarf works his way through most of the shelves. "Hah, got it!" He suddenly exclaims. Reaching into a stack he produces a large sheet and eyes it, squinting through his spectacles. "If you want to go towards Valans haven you have two choices. Either you follow the cravan route north and turn west as you near Kaer Maeghol, or head out north west and try to find the temple at Yrms crossing. There a big crevice that runs through the mountains there that you can use to cross. Either way is workable." Isgur wanders back with his find and places it -face down-, on his table. "I'll be truthful and say that if you want to risk the orc-infested highway, you don't need my map, it's easy enough, and only dangerous once you pass Vasgus post and go outside the range of the patrols. If you want to find Yrm crossing though, you'll need my map", the dwarf intones in a serious voice. "My going rates are a hundred gold for the map. I can copy it ´till the morrow if I work though the night, but it'll cost you sevety five. If I can have until noon it'll be 50." he finishes, reclining against his table and taking another sip from the tankard. NuStanding outside in the chill -that only feels like a cool breeze to your enchanted form- you gaze lazily at the stars who shine like cold diamonds above. As the door rolls close behind you the voices of the others turn into abrubt silence and you are left with the wind and the sounds of distant singing from down the street. You reach out with your mind and touch upon Lannas, the eagle currently swooping over the nearby rooftops.
"Almost all the stone men are drinking. There are a few guards, but they have their own small barrels", your familliar comments dryly. "I see nothing dangerous though, nothing that would come into the village anyway."
A few houses down a group of dwarves have appeared from a side street and have now stopped to point and gawk at you. Their voices rising excitedly.
((Answer in spoiler form, the others are inside and do not know what is happening)) |
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