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Message: <blockquote data-quote="diaglo" data-source="post: 502948" data-attributes="member: 2885">Subtle signsThane ran for all he was worth in the direction of home. It wasn't hard finding his trail. Hopefully, the elf or elves wouldn't ambush the lone druid. It was ,however, several hours before the party finally caught sight of him. He was still running with the tapestry flapping over his shoulder."Thane," Bartol yelled, "wait for us."Thane stopped and waited for the party. He argued that he would feel better after reaching home. He had lost touch with his divine sense. He couldn't summon his magic, nor could he string many complex thoughts together. He wanted his mother's advice. Bernedette convinced him to come with the party to the White Hart in Ashabenford. Maybe someone in town could help him. Bernedette took possession of the tapestry."What a mess," she said as she threw her hands up in the air. "You desecrated the temple. First with trying to burn it down and then with destroying this tapestry. I only hope this is enough proof for Eliar."Thane didn't seem to pick up on any of the meaning behind the young girl's rant. Bartol handed him the reins to his horse.As the light of day broke the party left the Dark Road and the forest. Bartol heard a whistling sound pass near his shoulder. An arrow with a piece of yellow cloth struck a tree the telltale skull and sword sign. Bartol snapped it off and looked back into the woods. No one was there. Alrissian came back with his bow drawn. Thane spurred everyone else on towards Ashabenford.They rode throughout the day. The horses were near death's door when the party reached the White Hart."I'm buying," Bartol offered.Only Alrissian took him up on the offer. Bernedette left the party in a huff and went to her family home. Thane crawled inside the stable to sleep. And Timmay went to the Temple of Tyr to report on Sir Bradford of Tyr.Bartol and ALrissian drank and told tales to all those within earshot. The ale flowed freely. And Bartol bought many a round. Their favorite bard stopped by to thank them for the ale."Where have you been?" the singer asked."On a quest near the Vale of Lost Voices in search of a lost elven temple for Eliar the Advisor of Peldan's Helm," Bartol replied. "Well actually we were just humoring Bernedette. She would agree to do anything for Eliar.""So I've heard," the singer winked and joined in the joke.Bartol told their tale again. He showed the arrow and cloth to the bard."Meet me at the temple to Chauntea tomorrow," the singer whispered. "I would know more about these elves and your tale, but this is not a good place to discuss it." A little louder he said, "Thanks again for the drink." He then drifted back to the stage and began singing.Bartol and ALrissian looked at each other and shrugged. They drank late into the night.</blockquote>

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