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Message: <blockquote data-quote="diaglo" data-source="post: 1875918" data-attributes="member: 2885">An old new friendThe elf tracks were numerous. This put Calrom on edge. They had fled it seemed or left for an invasion. The majority of the tracks went only one way. "I am no help now," Grishelm claimed.So Fiddle and Calrom took the lead with Grishelm close behind on his riding lizard. The party moved cautiously and hid at every new sound. An hour later they were too slow."Hello little ones," a voice called."Hiya," Fiddle replied. "Show yourself, please."A drow elf stepped into the light of Fiddle's coin. He didn't seem bothered at all by the light. He had sharper features and even darker, colder looking skin than the other drow the party had fought. The hair on the back of Fiddle's neck stood up. The hin's senses began to tingle and his hand clenched on Lightning Strike."Well met," Calrom also said. "Are you alone?"The figure laughed. "I'll ask the questions. And if you give me something perhaps I'll let you live.""How about a song?" Alya moved forward a little."Yeah, Alya can sing real good," Fiddle kept his eyes on the drow."Fiddle," Darian cut in. "Why don't you let Alya or me talk to the elf."Sully told the drow of the party's search for the faerzress. The drow seemed to be full of all sorts of information. He told the party what lay ahead and off side passages, and where to find the magical rocks. He seemed to be sizing the party up for something. And then it hit Fiddle when the drow ask for some information in return."Nightscale, the deep dragon," Fiddle spoke up, "is dead."The drow took this information in the way Fiddle expected. It approached quickly and stood looming over Fiddle. Its tail began to flick from under its cloak."The deep dragon also known as F'knarth," the drow dragon demanded. "And you know who killed her.""Yes," Fiddle replied, "The Band of the Burning Brand.""But we avenged her," Sully quickly added. "We killed them."The Dragon didn't buy it and started to become even more agitated. As Sully started to go into even more of an elaborate tale. Fiddle pulled out his trophy claws. It was a shame Arendella wasn't around. As she was wearing Nightscale. Literally. Fiddle had donated the deep dragon's hide to Arendella to be made into armor.And combat was joined.</blockquote>

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