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Message: <blockquote data-quote="GlassEye" data-source="post: 6299113" data-attributes="member: 40413">[sblock=Mirra]Telka opens her mouth as if to dicker price for Mirra’s service then snaps her wrinkled lips closed and peers at Mirra as if she is addled.  The old woman is obviously used to having to bargain for every little thing but accepts Mirra’s eccentricity with a shrug and retrieves a worn leather pouch from within her clothing where it was hidden.  She counts out a pile of coins and slides them over to Mirra then removes a silver ring from her finger and adds it to the pile.”Two hundred fifty gold coins now.  For traveling expenses.  And an equal count when you return to reward your service.  The ring is to pay the fey for the honey though if it is possible to retrieve the honey from the hive without dealing with the fey you might be better off.”Telka taps the ring with a gnarled finger.  ”It is magical and has protected me for more years than I care to remember.  It is worth 8,000 of the Venzan gold coins; that mountebank Almar ben Shawari at the Mystic Pearl appraised it…”  She reluctantly withdraws her finger from the ring and as she does Mirra sees the ring has a crude etching of a woman pouring water from a jug around the band.<img src="http://imageshack.com/a/img845/3113/hhr5.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />. . . . Mother Telka . . . .[/sblock][sblock=Tsaaruk, Pirvinia, Samad, Garadh]”Wait,” begins Quillian, ”Where’s Brother Goswald?”  The Halfling looks up at the ridge where they left the lay priest as Tsaaruk helps Garadh but sighs in relief when he sees Goswald leading the horses down the slope facing the front of the cathedral in anticipation of the group’s need to leave.  It is only a few moments longer before Goswald stops the train of horses at the base of the hill.”What goes?”  He frowns at Garadh’s condition and leads a horse over so the warrior can mount.  ”The wise women of the area are reknowned for their healing prowess.  We can be to Castle Danyll in two days or less.  And if nothing else, grab that knight’s sword; no sense in leaving weapons here those beasts can use and it might be worth something.”The crow-man abominations in the upper aisles lean over the rails and caw mockingly at the group but make no move to disobey their hidden commander.  The largest, the one that leapt down, stays in his crouched position glaring from under his feathered brows.  He is tensed and looks ready to charge at the least provocation but remains locked in place.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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