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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Express" data-source="post: 1677491" data-attributes="member: 19166">Home Sweet Home (con't)(Thanks again for all the feedback everyone, more coming. Trying to make sense of my notes)The impact of the airship theft to the locals became evident to us almost immediately; the customs officials were quite careful in checking our travel papers and identification. The gnomes were polite and friendly, but eyed us warily. After finally recieving the official’s blessing, we passed away from the docks and crossed a red bridge. At a landing Dorbo hailed a small flat barge coming down a narrow canal. The craft was rowed by a gnome from the stern with a long oar. We piled in and Dorbo gave him direction, “To the Quayside Hotel.”Trolanport was neat and orderly, clean. Considering its in a nation of gnomes, I guess thats to be expected. But it wasn't sterile, the city was colorful and many races walked the banks of the canals.Odd thing to me, other than seeming empty compared to Sharn, the whole town just seemed to be sinking. So close to sea level, and on the coast with flooded streets, Trolanport looked like any moment it would disappear beneath the water.The Quayside was near the center of town. It was a big white building, rather utilitarian looking. Inside it was full of halfling staff, and looked to be comfortable, if not luxurious. We noticed one wing of the building was sized differently than the rest of the building, to gnome/halfling scale. Once in our rooms, we discussed our plan of attack. Redblock had sent Hennet to Trolanport to transport a crate of books to a book dealer named Gyger, who had paid a hefty sum for them. At the time, we thought this was an odd errand. Turns out Hennet was smuggling not transporting.“The books by an artist, whatshisname, Orfis. Antique, collectors stuff,” Redblock had explained rather vaguely. Dorbo had laughed at the mention of the name, loudly and for a long time, until he was red in the face. Luckily Redblock was amused by Dorbo's guffawing.Orfis, it turns out, was an artist from a century ago who specialized in pornographic woodcuts and racy prose. His books may have been collectors items, but the Zilargo government forbade their importation. I had to admit, Redblock was at least consistent. We decided to question Gyger and if that didnt pan out, to check the taverns.We began to leave and Honora met us at the door. She had remained silent during our discussion, just listening. I noticed she was out of her travelling dress and was wearing a pale blue outfit of commoners clothes. “Where do you think you’re going?” Bynara said icily.Anvil and Dorbo eyed Honora nervously; they recognized Bynara's tone. So did I.Honora began to protest, and I stepped in. I didn’t think it was a good idea that she went with us. It took some doing but she relented. In a way I felt quilty; she had heard us discussing her brother here and on the ship. Based on what Redblock had described, Hennet wasn't like she remembered him. I wouldn't have wanted to be left behind either.“Just stay here, “ I posed it as a request, not a command  “it may not be safe. We won’t be long.” “Don’t need you in the way anyways,” shot Bynara.It was time to go.</blockquote>

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