[imager]http://users.gmpexpress.net/adkohler/game/Davreya_120.jpg[/imager]
Davreya enters Khale’s slowly, dragging a heavy parcel along behind him. He looks around for a few moments, then spots tall Kull from across the room. Davreya waves casually as he makes his way over to the barkeep. After chatting with him for a few moments, Davreya heads over to the group with a double armload of drinks, his parcel awkwardly tucked under one elbow. "
Sorry I'm late," Davreya says, with a smile that tries to be charming but falls just short. "
I met up with a travelling merchant on my way here from Bluffside and I agreed to escort him to Blackston...it took a bit longer than I anticipated. But he gave me an excellent deal on these," Davreya says, excitedly gesturing towards his heavy parcel, which turns out to be a large wrapped bundle of books. "
I got this one for you, Kull." Davreya passes the half-orc a slim leatherbound volume. "
It's a Common language translation of 'The Mind's Axe', a famous treatise on strategy written by the Dwarven general Thorak Soranath. I already have it in the original Dwarven, but this is a pretty good translation. I think you'll like it."
Davreya passes the drinks around (giving Peja and Doorgath two tankards each--dwarves need extra ale). "
So, care to fill me in? Judging by the commotion outside--windows shuttered, dozens of guardsmen bearing torches--I'd say you've already run into some sort of trouble, eh?"
Davreya listens carefully to the group's accounting of recent events, interrupting occasionally to clarify a point or two. "
So Payvin told you the mist came from across the river? Hmm...I wonder what's over there? Swampland?"
Once he's all caught up, Davreya leans back in his chair and takes a long slow drink. "
I've heard of Petre, of course. Ariornvuraurix is probably right. If his specialty is vermin, I don't see him shedding much light on this situation. But Ahren...that's a new name to me. I'd be interested in tracking him down, maybe taking a look at his library..." Davreya's voice trails off, then he coughs and brings his attention back to the table. "
We can go looking for him right now, if you'd like. He might grumble a bit at being woken up, but I'd suspect that flesh-eating monsters rampaging through town might be a valid enough reason for depriving an old sage of a half-hour's worth of beauty sleep." Davreya grins, obviously pleased at his own wit.
"
Oh, it suddenly occured to me I might have read something about this 'Devourer'... Let me a moment to rustle through my memories and see if I can recall what that was..."
[SBLOCK=OOC]Bardic Knowledge roll to know something about the name 'The Devourer':
(1d20+14=27)[/SBLOCK]
