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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Artur Hawkwing" data-source="post: 6016270" data-attributes="member: 50177">Marcus leans against the wall near the spot where the weapons are gathered. He listens, though so far he hasn't really heard anything of import to him. Until he hears the Loremaster describing the formation and the comment about the Orcs attacking. His eyebrows go up and he debates for a moment if he should interrupt. He moves to the doorway and stops there, where he can still keep an eye on the parties assembled weapons. He then calls into the room."There's a mountain that looks like that. I seem to recall running across it once. Escorting a merchant train. We were going to Blasingdell, north of here by a few days. Why they wanted two wagons loaded with corn I don't know, but the fields turned out plenty of extra. There was some guy, sounded like he was drunk, talking about the mountain to the north. I took a look for it as we were gearing up to leave. I could see it, sort of toothy shaped. I didn't pay him much mind, but from the description I heard, that sounds like the place. The mountain is a couple of days or a little more north of Blasingdell."</blockquote>