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Message: <blockquote data-quote="diaglo" data-source="post: 1610459" data-attributes="member: 2885">Bring your bread crumbs for the woods"Darian tells me you met with the drow," Randal Morn began. “What do you make of it? Are they a threat?”“It was hard to say,” Calrom told the tale. “It may have just been an outpost. The devil elves were there alright, though. And they were in strength. They almost killed us.”“Aye,” Fiddle added as he pulled out his trophies. “We even have a drow House insignia.” Fiddle handed it to Randal Morn.The man scowled. “This is not good. I need to know more. With the recent attack this evening and with another vote coming soon. I don’t know if I can convince the council of the threat. The Ogres were not drow. And many believe they are in league with the Zhents.”“Sounds more like the Moandites, if you ask me,” Alya chimed in. “We’ve had dealings with them. Their yet another small faction looking for allies. The Zhents or the drow would suit their purpose just fine.”“I need to find out about this raid,” Randal Morn said.“Already on it,” Fiddle interrupted. “Our druid friend has gone to see if he can spy their camp. He should be back soon. And after we’ve rested some we will see what answers we may find.”Randal Morn bid the party farewell and left deep in thought. Darian and Sully were already fast asleep. Calrom and Fiddle traded watches while Alya bent her will and pearls to another task.Arendel arrived an hour before the dawn. He’d found the Ogre camp. It was a couple hours away by foot or mount. He was asleep in a flash.</blockquote>

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