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Message: <blockquote data-quote="diaglo" data-source="post: 530968" data-attributes="member: 2885">A slight change of plansTimmay rose early and left a note for Bernedette:"I've gone to spend some time researching with Eliar. Do not disturb me. I will find you.Timmay"As the rest of the party gathered for their morning breakfast, they were pleasantly surprised to find Erik in the Common room."Torm be praised," Bartol said. "It is good to see you again friend.""And you also," Erik replied.They quickly retold their stories. Bartol droned on and on about the monsters slain. Erik always a man of few words stated simply he was once again free to adventure. He had just arrived with the latest caravan of supplies for the Helm. Thane presented Erik with the Fat Cleric's armor. Bernedette was not herself. Or maybe she was more herself, very despondent. Alrissian had once again left the party to deliver a letter to the elves. This one was from Eliar."Our first order of business this morning," Thane told Erik,"is to question our hobgoblin prisoner from last night."Jadaele, the guard captain, piped in from a nearby table, "right, I'll take you to him.""We will need someone to interpret," Bernedette mentioned as they followed. "Timmay is busy.""I'll send for Eliar," Jadaele responded.The hobgoblin was chained to the wall. He seemed very defiant. The party waited for Eliar. Bartol pulled on his thick gloves and stepped forward menacingly. The hobgoblin blanched.Thane pulled out a tattooing kit. The tools were very painful looking. He lit a brazier."I'll not be a party to this," Eliar stated as he arrived. He pulled a scroll from his robes and touched everyone inside the jail.Thane winked at him. "We can handle it from here."Eliar left. With the magic from the scroll all of the hobgoblin's babbling now made sense. Thane casually put one sharp-looking arrowhead in the brazier. The hobgoblin soiled itself. It spoke freely of its mission. Greck, the hobgoblin chieftain from the Caves had left the area around Peldan's Helm. Upon returning to the Clanhold in the Thunder Peaks, a place known as Mug's Teeth, he lost face. To restore face he had to make an example of the party. Bernedette was the object of the worg riders' mission. They had travelled or waited for 10 days for the caller to return to Peldan's Helm. Their war party was larger originally. But they had lost members in their travels. The hobgoblin begged for freedom. In exchange for taking the party to the Clanhold, the party agreed to release him."Well," Thane said to Jadaele, "we found out what we wanted to know. If you need anything more he's all yours."  The party left to go shopping for mountaineering supplies. They also stopped in on Reese the Cobbler for a map and any useful information. Later that evening Thane returned to the jail and healed the hobgoblin, so it was fit enough for travel.</blockquote>

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