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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Scotley" data-source="post: 3852127" data-attributes="member: 11520">There are still sounds of renovation coming from the galley when Michael returns, but soon lunch arrives. A grilled sandwich on fresh bread with sheep's milk cheese, roast pork, dwarven ham, dill pickles and a rich mustard with a salad of fresh greens and freshly cave-chilled dwarven ale. A few perspective sellers with cargo that seems to have little merit come sniffing around, but none of their offers looks profitable. At mid-afternoon a gnomish page arrives with a note. He asks that it be given to the Captain and offers to await a reply. It is on heavy stock embossed with an emblem of oak leave clusters flanking a die, a card and a dart over an anvil. The text is written is a smooth hand so meticulous it could have come off a press. The ink is gold tinted. 'Captain Stormwarden, it has come to my attention that you are in port and might be interested in socializing and perhaps meeting some of the city's leading citizens. You are invited to come to the Oak and Anvil club for dinner and gaming courtesy of the Odessipolis chamber of commerce. Should you be interested, please RSVP via the bearer of this missive. Note that this evening's dress is formal.' Signed, 'Your Host, Rutherford Rockhammer, Club Manager. Oak and Anvil.'</blockquote>