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Message: <blockquote data-quote="diaglo" data-source="post: 882321" data-attributes="member: 2885">the Blues brothersRichter returned just after the morning meal. He seemed changed. His mount was a little tired."We needn't go to Suzail or Arabel," Richter remarked."Aye," Darian added. "Brother Valgrim has taken care of the items. And we don't need an adventuring charter anymore.""Okay fine," Vlad smiled. "I want my money back from the orcs."Everyone agreed with Vlad."But if we don’t find them. I say we find the Barrows," Richter hinted."Agreed," Erin nodded.Sully, Darian, Vlad, Fiddle, and Alya also nodded their consent. They gathered their things and departed for the Watchtower again. The ride was easy. Everyone was rather giddy. They had money in their pouches, fresh supplies in their packs, new magic, and other new things. And Darian was on a mission for his God.Fiddle’s mind wandered as he rode. He didn’t voice his concerns aloud, for he knew no one would listen without proof.  “Stupid priests. They believe everything on faith. I wonder who this Valgrim fellow is. I mean can he really be trusted so quickly. What if he were...a monster or imposter...covered in magic to disguise his appearance. We just handed him the items to an evil cult. Probably a very resourceful cult. One that even the locals in Peldan’s Helm had little knowledge of. Ah well, not my problem....”</blockquote>