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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Toric_Arthendain" data-source="post: 913900" data-attributes="member: 9833">As introduction are made, Miri smiles and listens politely to everyone, patiently waiting until each person has had a chance to speak.  When Alhadrial asks about the troubles in town, Miri turns her gaze to the Caransil and raises an eyebrow.  "Ready to get straight to the point," she says, "I like that."With a smile at Kuknar, she says, "Indeed, I believe you were all drawn here.  The how of it is unimportant.  The why of it is what I will speak of."After Elidur speaks and begins heading up the stairs, and then following the exchange between Thrarn and Elidur, Miri turns to the two.  "Be at peace Thrarn and Elidur.  No one here is your enemy," she says in a soothing voice.  She then turns back to Elidur and nods in agreement.  "But not up there," she says, moving towards the front door.  Moments later, she locks the door and then walks back behind the bar.  "No one should come here for a few hours still but the lock should serve to keep us from being interrupted.  Just in case though, follow me."  She motions for everyone to follow her through the door behind the bar.  Once everyone is in, she closes it quietly.  The room beyond is obviously a sitting room, probably part of Miri's own personal rooms.  A couple of doors lead deeper into the building.  The sitting room is small, but comfortable.  A small fireplace sits in the west wall, a fire blazing within.  There is a small table with a few chairs around it in the center of the room and several plush chairs scattered about the room.  All the furniture is sized for human-sized people except one small cushioned chair, which Miri drops into slowly.  "Please, sit.  Make yourselves comfortable," she says, indicating the other chairs around the room.Once everyone is settled in, she begins her tale.  "You were all called here because of our troubles of late.  Over the past several weeks, five villagers have gone missing and six have been found dead in and around town.  You must understand, we have not had an unnatural death in Arbordale in nearly six years.  It started with Mizzi Clandon, the wife of Jarnath Clandon, a local cobbler.  Jarnath found her dead at their home three weeks ago.  Jarnath claimed that he found her with her belly opened by a sharp instrument.  The village was alarmed at this news and became more so when Jarnath's young daughter Sarath was found dead two days later by a couple of village children.  She was found just outside of town.  This was back before the snows came and the ground was hard.  Sarath had been savagely killed and had multiple wounds caused by something sharp, a blade or even claws.  She also had wounds apparently caused by teeth as bite marks were found around some of them.  The village went on alert after this but the deaths continued.  Two more victims were found over the next week and a half.  After those deaths, people started disappearing without a trace.  The last villager found dead was a mere two days ago, an elderly man named Kirin Malay.  He was found face down in a stream about half a mile from town, near the old graveyard, his body also savagely mutilated.  Kirin was a frequent visitor to the graveyard.  He has been mourning his dead wife for nearly three years.  Some of you might have seen the graveyard as you came into town.  It is in the traditional Dornish style of rings of standing stones, where the dead are cremated and their ashes spread inside the rings of stones.  The people of Arbordale are simple folk, and have been unable to find out who or what is behind these deaths and disappearances.  Since the death of his wife and daughter, Jarnath Clandon has been consumed by grief and depression.  Getting a coherent word from him has been mostly impossible.  I have hope that you all can help us."</blockquote>

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