Leif
Adventurer
Greespire Prison
"Constables Talisker and Mameir," repeats the guard and he scribes your names into his logbook. He has obviously taken note of the Darkwood Truncheons that you all carry. A second guard leans in close to the first guard's ear and whispers, "Say, Clem, these are Old Ironshirt's men from the Fourteenth!"
Clem answers, "That so, is it? Well, bless my britches! Come right this way, Constables! You must be parched after your hike from the Fourteenth. Can I offer you some refreshment, or something?"
"Constables Talisker and Mameir," repeats the guard and he scribes your names into his logbook. He has obviously taken note of the Darkwood Truncheons that you all carry. A second guard leans in close to the first guard's ear and whispers, "Say, Clem, these are Old Ironshirt's men from the Fourteenth!"
Clem answers, "That so, is it? Well, bless my britches! Come right this way, Constables! You must be parched after your hike from the Fourteenth. Can I offer you some refreshment, or something?"
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