Quagmire somehow manages to slip out of the room, despite the barricades. It is only about midnight, plenty of time to have a drink! He walks into the common-room and spy a good talker; an elderly women with an ear trumpet sipping sherry at a table, alone. After an introduction and several more sherries, the women divulges some useful information.
Strange happenings you say dearie? Well I haven't heard of anything. Gundarak seems to be planning something, or so they say. But they always wanted our land for their own.
They say that Duke Gundar is not human she whispers loudly in Quagmire's ear. Maybe he is an elf or something, I never found out.
Anyway dearie, what was you saying? What was that, speak up! Akriel? Oh yes, I've heard of her. Nice girl, part of a rich and powerful family. No idea if she is looking for a husband she says with a wink.
Another sherry perhaps? she asks. What was I saying? Oh yes! Akriel. No idea if she has any other name. Never seen her myself.
What was that? Duke Lakos? Never heard of him, but I don't hobnob with the lords and stuff. We don't go much for titles around here. Maybe he is one of those foreigners? Can't stand foreigners myself. Always strange and well... foreign! Where are from anyway dear? she says, putting her ear trumpet to Quagmire's face.
Strange happenings you say dearie? Well I haven't heard of anything. Gundarak seems to be planning something, or so they say. But they always wanted our land for their own.
They say that Duke Gundar is not human she whispers loudly in Quagmire's ear. Maybe he is an elf or something, I never found out.
Anyway dearie, what was you saying? What was that, speak up! Akriel? Oh yes, I've heard of her. Nice girl, part of a rich and powerful family. No idea if she is looking for a husband she says with a wink.
Another sherry perhaps? she asks. What was I saying? Oh yes! Akriel. No idea if she has any other name. Never seen her myself.
What was that? Duke Lakos? Never heard of him, but I don't hobnob with the lords and stuff. We don't go much for titles around here. Maybe he is one of those foreigners? Can't stand foreigners myself. Always strange and well... foreign! Where are from anyway dear? she says, putting her ear trumpet to Quagmire's face.
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