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Message: <blockquote data-quote="doghead" data-source="post: 2162644" data-attributes="member: 8243">In the hill for ruins"You have your orders? hisses the shaman. "From some village chief? From a sergeant at the arms? While something evil crouches in the swamps waiting to be found and unleased upon all of us you want to sit down and talk more?"The goblin's voice begins to rise as she responds, and for the first time it looks like her icy self control is about to crack. She goes silent for a moment. She works to regain her control."Did you hear something?" you hear Hadarook mutter to Craddoc. Craddoc shakes his head. Neither of you heard anything either."Just the riders probably. Or you imagined it. Nerves.""Maybe ..." Hadarook acknowledges reluctantly. He grips his spear more tightly and rubs the ears of his hound.The goblin sharman has obviously got herself back under control. She frowns at Hadarook and Craddoc, but probably is too far away to have heard. Anyway, she doesn't comment on it."There is no time anyway. I have only the time I have taken so far, and that which I need to get back. Barely. Going to your village is not an option."You must decide here and now what it is you wish to do. Find the temple and keep what lies within from the hands of the one who works for the warmonger. Or go home to your beds."Cromwell, to your surprise, nods.He steps back. He turns and looks at you.ooc: not a decision I want to make for you.</blockquote>