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Message: <blockquote data-quote="jasamcarl" data-source="post: 1027724" data-attributes="member: 1251">The tavern lobby is mostly empty. Whiteclove sits at one of the circular serving tables. As each member of the Fist arrives, he gives a short greeting.He responds to Jericho, "I'm sure these are all good men, Jericho, but there are but I'm afraid such virtue will not compensate the fact that there are but a scant 600 who are in any condition to put up a fight, and most of those are untrained and are likely to wield little more than a mining pick or shovel...so little to defend the Crown's southern possessions against the thousands of mercenaries and humanoid allies of the Valley Lords...."When the entire party is present, he continues, now standing... "As many of you may know, our merchants have been unable to exchange our metals for the yields of the Valley's lands that make up the majority of the town's diet. This is an extreme blow against the Pass...but it gets worse. Reports from those merchants give truth to my suspicion that the Great Houses are about to take more 'active' steps to bring harm to my jurisdiction. The Bersk, Nathos, and Aporos are all gathering their forces to march against us. Their full strength will not be prepared for at least a month if my experience tells me anything, but they will surely attempt to take Duvik's Pass before then with what troops they have; the Pass has strategic importance, being the only way for the Valley to access the North. They will want to have the town before winter sets in so as to link up with the Usurper before his army clashes with the King's....""That is where the Fists come in, though this time, the most minor of fingers will be the one that presses the hardest.." He looks with a vague smile to Whitney. From the kitchen door emerges a dark haired, brown-eyed beauty, a woman standing some five and a half feet. She wears dark boots visible under her most unlady-like green breeches held tight to her body with a sturdy brown belt. A black cloak with its hood down hangs on her shoulders; the glistening of a blade can be detected under the cloak. She smiles at Whitney and gives a short, deep bow, "Milady.."Whitney: You recognize the woman as Kyrie Ebonblade, who you have not seen since you began your journey.</blockquote>

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