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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Verbatim" data-source="post: 3292363" data-attributes="member: 15549">The Sylvan GladeAs the three of you pay for the meal and begin relaxing, the man puts his towel down and leans into the bar, looking back to the back room before speaking in a much lower voice."You guys part of the hunters the Captain sent for?"The Trusty Nail"Wayne Trus, owner and founder of the this fine store. You sure have come a long way to sell furniture Maester Himdahl and with these damned wild dogs acting as if the Beastlord himself was leading them, your trip may end a lot sooner than you'd like. Another merchant came to town just after the wolves seemed, a silk and perfume vendor from Waterdeep. He hoped to catch us before the Festival of Reaping I suppose, and they killed him and nearly all of his caravan guards..."The man paused for a moment and the weak smile faded from his face."To answer your question Maester Himdahl, the others got in late last night and promised they would have this situation in hand before the Blood Moon, let us hope they can fight as well as they can drink."</blockquote>