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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 7968791" data-attributes="member: 9255">EBERRON: FOR HIRESEGMENT 001“THE SILVER DRAGON”4/19/20DRAVAGO 12, 1000The first day Silverwing checked on possible messages at the Sivis Station in Fairhaven she drew many looks and stares from the locals.  Even the gnomes of House Sivis wrinkled their noses and eye brows at her.  She proudly wore her weapons and armor in public but that was not it.  She was a very rare sight in Aundair.  She was a winged elf.Her black feathers made many fearful she had fiendish blood.  Her purple and bright blue hair was appreciated by the gnomes but still looked wrong to the humans in the city.  Now, months later, she still easily parted crowds with her unique look and appearance.  Izmet and Mohach were okay with this.Izmet, an elven “druid” from Eldeen hated crowds.  He often wondered why he remained with the two surviving members of their group.  The Sivis Station was always busy and very crowded.  Mohach, a kobold trapper with talents for magical illusions hated the Station since humans often didn’t see him until they stepped on his feet or cloak.During the war, the three of them and several departed friends and allies worked for anyone willing to hire them.  This included the governments of Breland, Cyre and Aundair.  Most of the jobs were spying and fact gathering on other countries and even within their country.  They also worked for certain companies and families including The Dragonmarked families.  These families hired them to spy and to smuggle items during the war.Generally the missions went smoothly but not always.  House Orien still has issues with them from the lose of a Electric Rail cart filled with expensive goods set for a Cannith Post in Cyre in 993 and who hasn’t offended the Emerald Claw.Silverclaw climbs the stairs to their small but roomie apartment above a small café.  They have received a message written in a simple code.  Mohach always felt these codes were weak.  “Silver Dragon / Green Stone / 7th / Dressajk”  Which easily translates as “Meet me at the Silver Dragon for Important Business at the 7th Bell- Commander Sander ir’Dressajk”“I hope it won’t take long.  The plants will dry out.  Die even.” The elf quietly says once Silverwing finishes reading the message out loud.  He gets up to check on the plants near the windows in the sun light.“Dressajk still has a job for the Royal Eyes?  Incredible.  She has no sense for this kind of work.  Damned glorified historian.  She should work in an university.” Grumbles the blue scaled kobold as he looks for his pack to begin packing.“I was getting bored.  Any job will be good.  Especially government work.”  Comments the winged warrior as she looks for her traveling papers and ID papers.It is not hard finding The Silver Dragon Tavern.  It is well known for its unique fireplace.  It is magical in function.  Two Dragon Heads sit on chimneys 15ft apart.  A fire is projected from one open mouth to another for entertainment, warmth and sometimes- carefully done cooking.  It is also known as a local hangout for Aundairian war veterans.  Many among them are also spies (not all for Aundair) and as such is always watched over and observed by various groups.  Dressajk loves the place because of the wine they offer from a small vineyard nearby.  More proof she is either a terrible spy / spy master or one of the best.The courtyard even tells of the strong patriotic past found here.  A public hanging stand still remains erected in the small part across the street from the tavern.  A statue of the goddess Boldrei (God of Community and the Hearth) over looks the park and the Hanging Stand directly.The three of them enter the Tavern and a gentle hush comes over the crowd.  Winged Elves are one thing but a kobold wearing Brelander military markings are another.  Mohach began his military training for Breland in the mountains near Cyre and Zilargo.  He is quite proud of it though he will (and has) worked against Breland under the pay of another country.A halfling woman that may have been confused with a human child if not for her large and mostly exposed breasts greets them.  She brings them to the back near the famous fireplace where the Royal Eye is seated sipping a glass of wine and reading a small book.“Aye good- you got the message.” She says as the three mercenaries arrive.  She doesn’t get up and only puts the book aside after they sit down.  Mohach notes the book title-  “To Frostfell and Back”  The book looks well read and worn.Once the halfling hostess leaves Dressajk begins.  “Have you ever heard of The Key to the Mind’s Eye?”“A book title?” asks the trapster.“No.  It is a crystal.  A magical Crystal used to read a specific parchment of historical use.  For those that understand it at least.”  The kobold can almost see her nose wrinkle at the hidden insult to certain allies that are more martial than studious.“For the usual payments involved, I would like you to retrieve it for me….us… for Aundair.”   “Where.  Who.  How?” asks the Kobold.“Do we need to…. Hurt …. Anyone?” asks the druid meekly.“We can.  We can hurt anyone involved.” Adds the winged elf with a smile that would worry most paladins.“No!  No don’t hurt him!” blurts out the government historian.  “Boroman ir’Dayne and his family are not to be harmed.”“I know the name.  Explorer?” asks the Kobold.“Not JUST an explorer.  Possibly the best ever.  The only person to have ever traveled to Frostfell and back and the first halfling to ever explore Xen’drik.  He is not just famous but a world famous explorer and celebrity.  He is not to be harmed.  No. Matter. What.” She states while glaring at the aggressive winged elf.“Why?  Why us?” questions the druid looking at her book instead of her eyes.“Deniability.” States Mohach.“Yes.   That and Boroman and our government are at an…. Empass of sort.  He feels we act for something other than the people and as such will not even see us.”“And how will we?” asks the druid.“That is up to you.”  She slides over a small pouch and a scroll case.  “As normal.”</blockquote>

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