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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jeremy E Grenemyer" data-source="post: 9076630" data-attributes="member: 12388">Ches. Seventh day of the first tenday. An overnight blessing from Auril has left Cormyr’s coast from Dawngleam to Valkur’s Roar covered in snow.-In Suzail, folk with coins to spare have braved the snow for Harbrittur's Librium, there to pay the two silver piece entry fee in the hopes of finding accounts of prior speaking plagues among its expansive collection of books. (The Crown remains tightlipped over events taking place in Immersea, other than to confirm the whole of the town has been sealed off.) Dethra of the Docks was seen selling hand pies and fingertarts that morning to patrons out of a large cart parked in an “alcove” in the snow (a space she “cleared out by hand that very morning,” if her word can be trusted, the snow stacked as tall as the fan atop her cart), near the entrance to the Librium. It’s an open secret that Dethra has a knack for remembering faces, and for a few coppers more will confirm if a person you describe to her was seen in the area. Folk who wish to remain anonymous need only pay an extra silver piece on top of the price of their purchase. So steady was Dethra’s business that her sisters (Dalantharra and Duskreene) arrived by the tenth morning bell with a replacement cart.-A number of dwarves native to dwarfholds within the western slopes of the Thunder Peaks have emerged and traveled to destinations throughout Cormyr. Dwarves are no strangers to the Forest Kingdom, but the news that most have taken lodgings within the abodes of spellcasters is. Morning talk within the Eel Revealed centered on the account of an altar sworn priest of the Lord of Battles, who saw a pair of robe-wearing stout folk accompanying the Old Wagon Wizard, Dratha Shelduzun, two tendays ago in Thunderstone. At another table piled high with cooked eels smothered in sardragon sauce, a courier newly arrived from Marsember told of witnessing a beardless dwarf marshaling a handful of skeletons under the watchful eye of the necromancer Alashendal. Cormyreans have begun to wonder aloud what the reason might be for stout folk to apprentice themselves to mages in Cormyr. Will one or more of them present themselves at the next gathering of the Council of Mages?</blockquote>

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