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Message: <blockquote data-quote="diaglo" data-source="post: 792752" data-attributes="member: 2885">A night at the Inn...Fiddle sat at a table with several peculiar big folk. Sir Richter Belmont, of the Cormyr Belmonts, a fighter type with a nasty looking whip and bastard sword strapped across his back. The noble, or so he said, called for some salt. His pouched bulged with coin. He and Fiddle had met on the road to Peldan's Helm.Vlad, another fighter type, but also in light armor like Fiddle. A good natured fellow. Just returned from Damara. He said he was eager to help clear the trouble of late. Even word had reached Damara of the battle at Peldan's Helm. Aaron, a monk of the Old Way, in search of lost knowledge. Bald of top with a tuft of hair on his chin and around his ears. A glowing gray coloured stone circled his head. He was looking for more of his order. Hawk, a Rider of the Dales, or at least connected to them for he wore the garb. He professed to be an archer and a tracker. His bow was close to his hand. He was the quiet type.At a nearby table were some guards of the Helm. And local artisans occupied another table. The last table, however, was noteworthy.  A female dwarven cleric, a female elf, a human mage, and standing; an elven warrior. He was showing off a flaming sword. The magic was quite impressive. If not alarming."Fool," Vlad spoke. "Do you want to burn this place down?"Before the elf could answer. Another elf entered the Inn. He looked ill-equipped for the weather. The elf was decked out in all black leathers. His boots showed much use."Innkeep," the elf spoke unconcerned that Wulf was busy. "A room and some ale.""Anon, good sir," Wulf answered after quietly apologizing to the guards. "We are all out of rooms. Perhaps you could convince someone to share theirs."The elf continued, "I have just returned from battling a Roper and many drow."Soon everyone returned to their conversations. The mention of drow sparked Fiddle's curiosity.He slipped outside. And followed the path to the stables. He entered undetected. The stableboy was very busy. He found an interesting sight. Two riding dogs , a splendid warhorse although poorly cared for of late, and 3 other riding horses. All of the animals looked worn out.Fiddle made friends with the dogs.  So as not to cause them to bark. He examined the horses more closely. A large number of laden sacks were deposited  in the stalls. Although curious, Fiddle left them. The mention of Drow ringing in his ears. He looked at the soil and the horses droppings. They had come from the West. Several days travel. Fiddle's ranger skills paid off. He went back inside.</blockquote>

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