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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Joshua Randall" data-source="post: 1006787" data-attributes="member: 7737">An Entire Post With No ViolenceLarto freed Brogun from the entangled roots and agreed to guide him the rest of the way into Sommerlund. The Border Ranger expressed his concern and trepidation over the mysterious Caligraf. Why was a Cener druid plundering a tomb in the mountains of Sommerlund? What did he find there? Would he return to make further mischief? Neither Brogun nor Larto could come up with anything plausible.As the two journeyed, Larto explained to Brogun some of the history of Sommerlund: how its people had come over the sea thousands of years ago; how they had forced the Darkland forces back beyond the Durncrag mountains; and how the Sommlending had vowed to stand against the Darklords, forever. Their mettle had been tested time and again by the minions of Naar, but each time, the forces of light had prevailed. The Sommlending were a proud people, confident in their ability to defend their homeland, defiant in the face of repeated attacks.Eventually the two travelers had reached the outskirts of Holmgard, the capitol, where Larto bid Brogun farewell. The dwarf entered the bustling city, swelled to bursting with people who had flocked there for the Feast of Fehmarn, the holiest day of the Sommlending calendar. Brogun forced his way through the crowds to the local guildhall and there made contact with what was left of the Company of the Red Kestrel.Dellarocca informed him that Leta had refused resurrection, but Gunther and Kednor had been returned to life. Unfortunately, restoring their two companions had nearly drained the Kestrel’s coffers, so that hardly any gold was left for future operations. Dellarocca vowed to rectify this situation immediately through the application of his personal magnetism in convincing his "fellow nobility" to fund a return to greatness for "Northern Magnamund’s most prestigious adventuring company." Brogun rolled his eyes but wisely kept silent.Over a pleasant meal, Brogun, Dellarocca, and Sara discussed their adventures since their time in Lof. Brogun was able to refer obliquely to the quest that had been placed upon him and that prevented him from speaking of the Shard of Gareth. Dellarocca though that perhaps some of his erstwhile colleagues at the Magician’s Guild of Toran might be able to remove or circumvent the magical compulsion, and suggested that they journey to that city.First, however, Sara strongly urged Brogun to repair to the Inn of the White Sail, a fine establishment near the royal quarter, with a good view of the balcony where King Ulnar would perform his religious devotions during the Feast of Fehmarn. The priestess of Ishir also intimated that Brogun might find a pleasant surprise in store at the Inn.His curiosity piqued, the dwarf set off. He retrieved a key from the innkeeper (his rooms pre-paid by spendthrift Dellarocca) and wearily climbed the stairs to his room. Brogun was looking forward to a long soak in the bath, and had already begun unslinging his pack as he opened the door. Thus, he was surprised to find another dwaf kneeling in the center of the room, head bowed in prayer, reciting psalms to the Father of Battle.Although flabbergasted, Brogun did not forget his manners. "My apologies, sir. I did not mean to interrupt your meditation."The other dwarf rose and turned around. His face was somber, the dark black hair of his carefully combed beard and eyebrows framing the lines of worry that already etched his still-young features. The dwarf’s eyes bore a sense of inner sadness and regret, even as his build and bearing bespoke years of military training."I am Kednor," he announced in a pleasing baritone voice. "I wish to serve you, and learn from you the teachings of Kirabá."</blockquote>

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