DalkonCledwin
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Before the loremaster can answer Markas' question the sword once again speaks up and says "I would wager a guess that it was probably lost to the Underdark and the denizens there in." This being said as Fae'shiel herself happens to be sitting herself down on one of the chairs that is not currently home to books, parchment, papyrus, quills, or other writing materials. She looks up to the others and says "If I may interpret, he means 'Dark Elves' and similar creatures."
The sword mumbles under it's 'breath' if you could call it that... something about having to have an interpreter, and then falls silent. Meanwhile Fae'shiel says to the Dwarf, "How is it that something that is as obvious as a mountain with a huge set of stone doors, and a series of massive marble stairs (I would assume polished), managed to prevent a huge throng of visitors from coming to see the Legendary Dwarven Smith. I would think something that iconic would attract tourists like rats attract the plague?" Fae'shiel then glances over to the others wanting to gauge their reactions to his description of the city.
The sword mumbles under it's 'breath' if you could call it that... something about having to have an interpreter, and then falls silent. Meanwhile Fae'shiel says to the Dwarf, "How is it that something that is as obvious as a mountain with a huge set of stone doors, and a series of massive marble stairs (I would assume polished), managed to prevent a huge throng of visitors from coming to see the Legendary Dwarven Smith. I would think something that iconic would attract tourists like rats attract the plague?" Fae'shiel then glances over to the others wanting to gauge their reactions to his description of the city.
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