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Message: <blockquote data-quote="diaglo" data-source="post: 1291136" data-attributes="member: 2885">The road still traveledThe party encountered a patrol of Riders just outside of Ashabenford. They exchanged pleasantries and agreed to escort them into town. First stop the White Hart Inn and then the Temple of Tyr and then who knew. The party unloaded their items and gear at the Inn. The bid the Riders well and promised them a round of drinks later. Then they set off for Harask Malorn's house. Malorn took them to the council chamber for secrecy at Fiddle's request. He offered the party a contract to escort Dumic the Red to Daggerdale for the Midsummer's Dales council. It seemed the Burning Brand could not fulfill the contract. It was only right the Stormslayers should act on their friend Himool's behalf. After agreeing to the contract Fiddle asked dumped Grishelm at Malorn's feet. He then told the High Councilor all they knew of the elven plot. He was not happy. Many of the humans would use this as an excuse to exterminate all elves in the area. And it meant keeping the elf hidden from Dumic. Dumic would be one of the most outspoken of the humans.  They would leave in the morning.Alya took off for Norister the Mage's shop. He was interested in trading. While Fiddle, Sully, and Arendel stayed to listen to a bard sing, Jhaer Brightsong at the White Hart. Her music was quite good. Darian and  Calrom took the prisoner to the Temple of Tyr. They returned shortly afterwards. The priest would be prepared to see them and the prisoner in the morning. He kept the news of the prisoner quiet in the meantime.Fiddle tried hard to get Jhaer to notice him. He tried all of the secret signals he could remember Jevvica using. None worked. Finally Arendel led the young elven lass away."Not all bards are Harpers, Fiddle," Sully reminded him."Don't wait up for me," Arendel winked.The next morning the party gathered outside of the Councilor's house. Alya and the elf carefully bundled and hidden on the back of Mulebone. Jhaer was travelling with them. She also had business to discuss in Daggerdale. Dumic arrived later. He was a very rotund man, balding on top with a bright red face. He rode a draft horse and pulled a heavily laden donkey behind. The ass struggled with a large wine cask. Fiddle got the impression it would not be full long."So you are my escort," Dumic bellowed. "And what makes you so special?"Fiddle began to sing his tale of slaying the Dragon, Nightscale. Dumic laughed and hoisted the hin up in front of him."You are a very funny creature," Dumic chortled all morning long. "Lets be off. Do we have a guide?""That would be me," Calrom set the pace.</blockquote>

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