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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Hrothgar" data-source="post: 2872876" data-attributes="member: 22226">Herger silently lets go of the log as he grips a slimy wooden pylon, his other arm wrapped about the diminutive Aislinn.  The Giant's feet dangle in the swift river; even with his great size, Herger cannot touch the stony bed of the river.  Above, hobnailed boots thud on the wooden planks.  Herger watches the log that carried him down the river continue the journey without him.  Grrr.  Blasted rain.  Must be flooding up north.  I hope we don't have ta' clear out the debris on the river again.  Har!  Let them slaves do it!  Thooo'!  A long trail of spit glints in the torchlight as it descends, smacking the log floating downstream.  Above, the sounds of hobnailed boots recede away from the wharf's edge.  Breathing a sigh of relief, Herger waits for Kaela and Lodric.  Assisting Aislinn to a crossbeam, Herger uses a free hand to steer Kaela's and Lodric's log away from the pylons and downstream.  Kaela and Lodric both silently float under the wharf, grasping at pylons and crossbeams for support.  With Lodric's assistance, Fallax remains quiet, although he does sputter uncomfortably loudly on occassion.Time drags by slowly, the cold water numbing the Heroes to the bone.  Aislinn begins to shiver uncontrollably and Fallax's strength is close to failing.  Above, Lodric notices something move in the shadows.  Slowly it descends the crossbeams of the wharf with practiced ease.  The shadowy form, no bigger than a large child, detaches itself from a dark pylon.  A raspy hiss is barely audible above the river's churning.  Follow me!  Silence!  Blood Mother's above!  Slowly the figure makes its way into the interior of the underbelly of the wharf, moving across crossbeams and stopping to make sure the Heroes are following.Bardin nods silently, looking long at Valurel and Starhl.  The legate Theiv would pay much to get his hands on you two.  And your companions.  Bardin's voice rumbles in his chest.  Willing to pay more than what a couple of refugees are worth.  You have something the Shadow desires.  Or fears.  Greater legates would never leave their power base of Theros Obsidia for trivial matters.  Turning to the gnomes, Bardin speaks.  Have the lookout keep a sharp eye.  Their companions may yet make it.  Bardin turns to look at the two Heroes.  I pray so.  For our sake.</blockquote>

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