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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Hrothgar" data-source="post: 2844058" data-attributes="member: 22226">Geoffrey pauses before he answers Starhl.  Motioning the candle-bearer closer, Geoffrey leans close to Valurel in the flickering shadow-light and draws back, sucking air in through his teeth.  By the White Whore!  An Erunsil!  This far east!  The gnomes lower their crossbows slightly, but still appear tense in the darkness.  The Erenlander rubs his brown beard and sends his fingers through his wet, brown hair.  Shaking his head, he laughs slightly, Do you speak the language of the North, snow elf? Or do you know the language of the heartland?  I am sorry, but I do not know the elvish tongue.  One of the crossbow weilding gnomes lowers his crossbow and looks at the candle-bearing gnome.  The Northman needs aid.  Tend him.  The gnome sets the candle down and pulls out several dirty bandages and a small vial.  Northman, my name is Ernil.  I have a poultice that may alleviate some of your discomfort.  The gnome raises her eyebrows expectantly, waiting for Starhl's reply.Geoffrey does not wait for Starhl's answer.  You say you are from a destroyed village?  Any chance it would be Caft?  Rumors have already begun to circulate this far east that the Shadow sent the Greater Legate Theiv to search for something in Caft.  Any chance you two know what that might be?  It must be something greatly desired by the Shadow to destroy a productive farm this far north!Aislinn smile is lost in the darkness, but her gentle touch is not.  Reaching out and grasping Herger's massive arm, she whispers Thank you, Giant.  Your nearness does give me courage.  Behind, Fallax glares at the Giant but says nothing.In the hollow oak, the ghostly, green luminescence from the small, flat stone in Kaela's hand illuminates the interior.  The floor of the interior is soft and spongy, the chewed remains of the oak's heart from burrowing beetles.  Above, almost twelve feet high, the ceiling narrows to a tiny cleft that might accomodate a squirrel.  Nothing dangerous seems to be inside the oak.  The only thing out of place is the skeleton, its one hand pointing downstream and the other curled into a cryptic symbol.</blockquote>

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