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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Express" data-source="post: 1649222" data-attributes="member: 19166">4. Off On the Road to ZilargoWe returned to the Majestic. It turned out it was early in the morning, predawn and still dark out.  Anvil was there. He looked concerned; but was happy to see us. We filled him in about everything. Redblock had informed us that about a month ago, Hennet had come to him in trouble. Seems Hennet often hung around Redblock’s, he even did a few (as Runek put it ) “jobs” for him. Runek didn’t seem to know all the details of Hennet’s problem, but he attributed it his habitual unluckiness in gaming. Surpisingly, Redblock painted Hennet as a young, idle rich half elf; he seemed to know nothing of any connection to Morgrave University. At any rate, the dwarf  had felt sorry for him and had sent him to Zilargo to run an errand  to get him out of town.Redblock was so enthused about our accepting the offer he even got the things his “boys” found on Voren and the goblins when we requested them. There were two daggers, presumbably poisoned; some silver and copper pieces, maybe 15 gold altogether; and a shrunken gnoll paw necklace from one of the gobs. There was a small notebook, mostly blank and a key-most likely Vorens door key.The velevet bag contained about 200 gold. Redblock may have been enthused about us, but he was obviously cheap, even considering, as he said, it was a “downpayment”.It was late; or depending on how you look at it early. Although we were tired, we put our heads together. Considering it was goblins that burgled our office, I didnt think we should return. We should alert the House superiors about that. A check of Voren’s place couldnt hurt. And I wanted to talk to Honora. But we should be quick about it. We had all agreed to head for Trolanport as soon as possible.Anvil found all this quite interesting, but as we told our tale, he seemed distracted. Anvil is often hard to read, but he was clearly acting strangely. I thought maybe it was because of his familiar. He had summoned a raven, which surprised me, named Corvo. I thought he had a case of buyers remorse, or the wizard’s version of that. Maybe he was reticent about taking work from a gangster?  Or maybe he felt a bit guilty for letting us go off while he stayed behind. But that was water under the bridge as far as I was concerned; wizards are a bit different, and sometimes you have to just treat them a little different. “Don’t worry about what happened Anvil, And I’m sure Corvo will serve you well. I’m glad its still alive.” I laughed trying to lighten his mood.Anvil looked at me. “I am satisfied with my choice,” he said in his Parliamentarian manner, “and I am sure it shall live to a ripe old age. I believe you should see this.” He handed me a copy of The Breland Ledger, the Far edition. Yesterday’s. At the bottom of the front page I read the header of the story:Chaos at Blackstone Towers! Violence Shocker In Exclusive Sharn Lodging! Exclusive Eyewitness Accounts. City Watch round up the usual suspects, as Blackstone officials deny safety concerns.If I knew any other languages, I would have uttered an oath in them. However Common worked just fine.</blockquote>

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