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Message: <blockquote data-quote="GoldenEagle" data-source="post: 952510" data-attributes="member: 5128">The man at the bar (The guy with the short sword at his side) finishes his conversation with the barkeep and moves to your table."Good afternoon friends.  I see you are interested in Dragon Mountain.  Nasty place that is," he says as he takes a gulp from his tankard.  "Myself, I don’t know much ‘bout the place, but an old companion of mine does.  Lothar.   Lothar the Shiv; he was there.  Must have been twenty years ago or so.  Lothar, now he could tell you a thing or two about the mountain.  If I was eager adventurers like yourselves, I’d look Lothar up.  Last I heard he was living in a  little village not too far from here.  Twin forks it’s called".Fedric has finished his third ale and the newcomer hands him another ale glass which clearly holds water, not more ale.In a now voice slurred with drunkeness Fedric pipe in again, " Lofar, yeth, find him and yu'll getto the mounin..." and with that he colapses into the arms of the stranger who begins to carry him off to what you assume is a room in the back. "bring bak my trezzure!!!" and Fedric is gone.GE</blockquote>