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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Guilt Puppy" data-source="post: 2814941" data-attributes="member: 6521">In the time intervening...Cariel and the travellers part ways on the road to Valsport. When they reach the long, sloping port city, night has fallen, and a dense fog with it.They cross paths with a beggar at the front gates; he begins to follow them, and Xiao slinks back to follow them in return. Eventually the beggar is cornered, detected to be undead, and recognized as the seer they had met once before. He begs, asks a few loose questions about their quest. Fendric bids him off with a few coin; in return, the Cleric hears his death foretold. It is to come from the sea. The seer frames it as a sacrifice.They find Anders Peltram in the Grey Inn, offer him the letter. He accepts it, although he seems to bear an odd mix of ill will and old friendship toward Thedoric, which he extends at first to the bearers of his message. While the others discuss their own affairs at the far table, Fendric approaches Peltram on the subject further; when he mentions the name Exantrius, Peltram recounts that the fables of the knight were among Thedoric's childhood favorites.Beyond that, Peltram refutes, with seeming confidence, any involvement by Thedoric in the wars to the east. He claims that there's a good deal of information (courtesy of black market lenders, mind you) indicating that a woman called Vera the Masked sponsors and commands these mercenary legions from her pirate stronghold in the islands southeast of Dalmar. Oliver recalls the seer's warning, at this.As this conversation concludes and the travellers eat their rewarding evening meal, a thank-you gift courtesy of the tavern-owner Peltram, Shavah is out around town, looking for sign of the men of Cuthbert whose services she had cried loan of from Aramil Kethett in Despia. When she returns, she announces that she will be parting ways come morning, returning to Bethel to fight alongside her bannered kin. While these intentions are not news, exactly, they still catch her companions by surprise; their own quest has offered distraction, for one, and for another it is always difficult to recognize such partings as real, to believe them. Especially when one has become accustomed. Blood spilled, it is said, earns swift custom.(XP:Fendric: 1750Oliver: 1500Nurthk: 1450Xiao: 1450Raven: 1150Cylantro: 1050)(Will get a new thread going tomorrow eve, hopefully. If there's anything you want to do before morning in Valsport, post.)</blockquote>

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