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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Velmont" data-source="post: 5017864" data-attributes="member: 13739">"No, Valhyr, te land of my ancestors, is under the wrath of the gods. I'm from Surtyr, a land my ancestors colonized. We have been spared. I am not sure what trigger the anger of the gods over there.But for my part, I have travel this far from my homeland because the gods have told me an artifact that was sleeping in the tomb of an old hero in my homeland have been robbed. The only thing I know, it is a group of adventurer that came from this Tavern that took the artifact. I had no success yet on finding them, and form the group who is here, I see none that fit the description." explains Feyr to Psais.[SBLOCK=OOC]Don't ask me what looks like that group of adventurer, I have no clue. I will leave it to any Master who is willing make an adventure with that Hook.[/SBLOCK]As he was explaining the detail, he see the bartender coming with the drink. He takes it and look at Dextyr. The bladeling nods at him before taking a sip. Feyr has a bit of difficulty to control a spasm in his mouth. He put down the drink and take his mug on the table and quickly clean his mouth. "By the gods, what is that taste... never taste something like that in homeland, and I understand why it never reach us."</blockquote>