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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Need_A_Life" data-source="post: 3857098" data-attributes="member: 48277">Olot and Frundor as you run, you find that your scare tactics finally managed to have their intended effect. No one dares follow you and it takes almost half-a-minute before any of the onlookers gathered their wits enough to call for the guards and by then you have long since disappeared into the suddenly welcome crowds of Sharn.Finn the waitress smiles at you, clearly amused, but simply indicates the way to the stairs. "Lemme know if I can help you with anything else, sir"Meredith, Finn, and Hashhavak you reach a mahogany door with a golden '3' on it. The door is already half-open and you see into a surprisingly large room - clearly larger than the inn itself - richly furnished with heavy rugs and tall bookcases lining the walls filled with leatherbound tomes of all ages and topics.Half-lying on a couch in the room is a human dressed in a robe of white silk holding a crystal glass of red wine. "Welcome," he looks at each of you in turn, "Finn Kincadd; a swordsman of extraordinary skill. Meredith ir'Bara; nobility with a mind for trouble. Hashhavak; eternal guardian against the darkness.""My name is Allan Demaine. Glad that some of you have shown up already."Please, make yourselves at home. I've got Aundairian wine, a board of Conqueror, and a collection of books that would make a Zil faint.</blockquote>