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<blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 7979368" data-attributes="member: 9255">EBERRON: FOR HIRESEGMENT 013“REPORT IN AND LEAVE QUICKLY”4/26/20DRAVAGO 22, 1000The three of them get off the car and exit off the Fairhaven Orien Station platform that night.&nbsp; As calculated, it is late and much of the city has closed except for some less reputable taverns and the inns.&nbsp; Once more the Paladin pays for services.&nbsp; He and Gyor take a room and the winged warrior gets her own room.They sleep well and rest even better.&nbsp; &nbsp; Late morning they agree to meet and walk towards the Silver Dragon Inn together.&nbsp; As they near it they split up so as to “arrive” separately to not suggest they are together.&nbsp; Silverwing spots the Commander easily in her usual spot.&nbsp;&nbsp; She has finished the prior book and reads something new.&nbsp; It has images of a strange black and yellow structures in a desert.&nbsp; It is autographed.“Were you successful?” Commander ir’Dressajk asks.“Yes.”“Where are you teammates?&nbsp; The druid and the kobold?”“Dead.”A pause.&nbsp; “Sorry.&nbsp;&nbsp; May I have the map?”“Do you care?&nbsp; I mean really care?”“It was a dangerous mission.&nbsp; You knew that ahead of time.&nbsp;&nbsp; As did they.”&nbsp; She holds out her hand for the scroll.“They died entering The Mournlands.&nbsp; The mist itself killed them.”“Hu-hum…….” And she takes the scroll case and empties it onto her palm.She mumbles as she looks at a map with strange writing on the sides.&nbsp;&nbsp; She turns it this way and that as she works on deciphering the wording.“Mohach died with the payment on him.&nbsp;&nbsp; I couldn’t retrieve his or Ezmet’s bodies.”“Yes yes.” The government historian grumbles in slight annoyance.“I had to have other’s pay to me…. That map to you.”She grumbles more then looks away from the map and to the winged elf.&nbsp; “What do you want?&nbsp; What are you hinting at?&nbsp; You were paid.&nbsp; I can not help itif you placed all your eggs in one basket.”“What do you mean?”“You were paid.&nbsp; It was lost….or spent.&nbsp; Either way, it is on you- not me- not Aundair.”“But-“ Silverwing begins.“However, there could be a second mission.&nbsp; You can be paid for that.&nbsp; You will need a team however.”“I have one.”“Oh?&nbsp; Who?”“The ones that aided me to retrieve the map.&nbsp; They can help again.”&nbsp; She sits down and waves over a tall warforged and a gnome.“A gnome ?!?&nbsp; Are you certain of this?” comments a startled taskmaster.&nbsp; “They can not be trusted.”“Ma’am-&nbsp; “ says the gnome.&nbsp; “I am Sir Gali Calodus Ryner.&nbsp; Paladin of The Sovereign Host and Knight of Kronas.&nbsp; I have been known to keep a secret or two.”“Paladin?!?&nbsp;&nbsp; A Knight?!?”“I am Gyor.” States the warforged.“As time is important- my contacts say there are other parties involved still, the offer remains on the table.”“Lets talk details.” Answers Silverwing.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="megamania, post: 7979368, member: 9255"] EBERRON: FOR HIRE SEGMENT 013 “REPORT IN AND LEAVE QUICKLY” 4/26/20 DRAVAGO 22, 1000 The three of them get off the car and exit off the Fairhaven Orien Station platform that night. As calculated, it is late and much of the city has closed except for some less reputable taverns and the inns. Once more the Paladin pays for services. He and Gyor take a room and the winged warrior gets her own room. They sleep well and rest even better. Late morning they agree to meet and walk towards the Silver Dragon Inn together. As they near it they split up so as to “arrive” separately to not suggest they are together. Silverwing spots the Commander easily in her usual spot. She has finished the prior book and reads something new. It has images of a strange black and yellow structures in a desert. It is autographed. “Were you successful?” Commander ir’Dressajk asks. “Yes.” “Where are you teammates? The druid and the kobold?” “Dead.” A pause. “Sorry. May I have the map?” “Do you care? I mean really care?” “It was a dangerous mission. You knew that ahead of time. As did they.” She holds out her hand for the scroll. “They died entering The Mournlands. The mist itself killed them.” “Hu-hum…….” And she takes the scroll case and empties it onto her palm. She mumbles as she looks at a map with strange writing on the sides. She turns it this way and that as she works on deciphering the wording. “Mohach died with the payment on him. I couldn’t retrieve his or Ezmet’s bodies.” “Yes yes.” The government historian grumbles in slight annoyance. “I had to have other’s pay to me…. That map to you.” She grumbles more then looks away from the map and to the winged elf. “What do you want? What are you hinting at? You were paid. I can not help itif you placed all your eggs in one basket.” “What do you mean?” “You were paid. It was lost….or spent. Either way, it is on you- not me- not Aundair.” “But-“ Silverwing begins. “However, there could be a second mission. You can be paid for that. You will need a team however.” “I have one.” “Oh? Who?” “The ones that aided me to retrieve the map. They can help again.” She sits down and waves over a tall warforged and a gnome. “A gnome ?!? Are you certain of this?” comments a startled taskmaster. “They can not be trusted.” “Ma’am- “ says the gnome. “I am Sir Gali Calodus Ryner. Paladin of The Sovereign Host and Knight of Kronas. I have been known to keep a secret or two.” “Paladin?!? A Knight?!?” “I am Gyor.” States the warforged. “As time is important- my contacts say there are other parties involved still, the offer remains on the table.” “Lets talk details.” Answers Silverwing. [/QUOTE]

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