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I'm not interested in the editorial positions, but I did notice the CSR opening. I have to ask -- four years of post-secondary education for a customer service position? I'm curious as to the kind of pay it provides. Either that or I am drafting some wicked correspondence to your customers...

I think this is the thread in question.

Rhiannon rolls her eyes and grins slightly at Akashia's comments, just hoping they can make it to the well soon and find something down there.

Rhiannon follows him.

Rhiannon nods. "We should give that underground well a thorough search; I agree. I'm kind of disturbed to think of what may be in those mounds -- probably reserve forces. Regardless, somebody has obviously been doing something down there, so if we snoop around long enough we're bound to run...

Turning and pointing in almost the same direction as Akashia's stone, the elf frowns. His pointy ears seem to sink with the corners of his mouth. "The town is alittle over a mile in that direction. But I doubt we'll find many there who are fit to answer our call..." His vioce trials off...

"St. Avril, actually. Well, not far outside of it." Rhiannon examines the map. "I think we should probably get going, though."

"Well, we could always hold our breaths and just dive underwater? Alternately, head back to the well and explore -- we know it has to be around there somewhere...Either option is fairly time-consuming and deadly. Perhaps we could ask any nearby people -- towns, nomadic tribes, whatever --...

"Then let us depart to this other cave." Rhiannon pulls her cloak tighter about her face, preparing for a cold night, and waits for Alistair to lead the way.

"Actually, I intend to stay with you both for now. In the morning we should return to town, at least, lest the poor Mayor fear we have met a grisly end."

"Hm. Well if the underground lake is truly as large as you say, and we have no immediate means of tracking the connections down there, then perhaps watching the cave may be another option." Rhiannon sighs and grimaces briefly at the delays. "No matter what plan of attack we choose, it will...

"Akashia, when you went down there, did you see the bucket or the gold we sent? If we were able to track it in real time, or cast some sort of divination on a coin, we could easily find out where the path truly is."

"The graveyard must be connected. When we brought our token 'gift', they lowered it down the well. My guess is that the graveyard connects, somehow, to other areas -- probably an underground network. As long as we avoid attention, I believe we should be able to explore it in detail."

"We were considering more subtle plans, involving some form of infiltration and eventual assassination. However, the town council of St. Avril wasn't able to provide us with enough information to settle on a specific plan, so we needed to do some reconnaissance. Hence our little adventure in...

"our records indicted it to be an under ground lake, but they were horrible out of date. Even by our standards, it was the only logical place to hide an army. I had a brother..." his voice trails off and a tear glistens on in the corner of his eye. Then in a sing song fashion he asks, "And...

Double post..oops.

Rhiannon nods and sneaks off silently in the direction mentioned.

"If we go straight back about 100 yards there is a small gully. From there we will be below there line of sight. 1/2 hours worth of walking in silence and we should be able to talk in relative safety. Move carefully."

Rhiannon kneels carefully on the other side of the strange man. Glancing sideways for a moment before training her eyes on the figures, she whispers amusedly, "We found more potential undead for you to eventually fight." She wonders to herself where exactly the passage from the well connects...

As you begin to raise, his hand silent springs forth and grabs your shoulder. He points to the shadowy figure in the cave. "careful, if that sees you then that village of yours won't be the only thing that gets crushed under the barons heel." He whispers. "And what is there to talk of? I...