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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Old Fezziwig" data-source="post: 291631" data-attributes="member: 59">Prologue (Move 8b)30 Flamerule 1372 DR, Caerrhen, Damara-Impiltur borderIt is currently unseasonably warm and uncomfortable in northwestern Impiltur, with uncharacteristically high humidity. There is no noticeable wind.Yanis Princetonson, Approximately 0930 hours[Monetary Transaction: 3 sp, 4 cp deduction from Yanis's funds.]Jannah thanks you kindly as you settle, "Always welcome at the Tankard!"  Scanning the Tankard, you see an old man sitting at the far end of the bar that would have been opposite your table, but he's clearly intoxicated and muttering to himself in his beer.  He takes no notice of you or Karok as you leave.The house itself is located as deep into the southwestern corner of town as is possible.  Rotting wood and broken windows tell you all you need to know about the house and its state of occupancy.  Otherwise, you gain no further clues from the exterior of the house.Fezzin Verghenheim, Approximately 1115 hoursAs you raise your axe to clear some more room, Draegor returns with what you assume is some warm milk or something for the hysterical human woman.  He raises an eye at your pose, and remarks wryly, "Ther're some limits t'me hospital'ty, friend.  Y'll b' coverin' th' damage, f'r certain...'r at th'leas' fixin' it."  He doesn't stop you, and doesn't seem angry, more resigned, if anything to the demolition of the floor, and curious as to what's been beneath his feet and over his head.You can indeed hear an audible sigh from the owner as you clear a path for yourself.  With more light, you can see that the crawlspace is only about 2 feet deep, and can intuit that movement inside is going to be reduced to a very undignified dwarven variation on slithering.  You cannot hear any response from within in your current position.</blockquote>

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