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<blockquote data-quote="Tumakhunter" data-source="post: 1011424" data-attributes="member: 12191">At last - Remere!It took a lot longer than I had expected, but eventually we made it to Remere.&nbsp; By this time, I had learnt a fair bit of Trade, a pidgin tongue used internationally. The train's brakes screamed as we pulled into the station just inside city limits.&nbsp; I still find it odd that a city of this size, and in such a land, would not be walled.&nbsp; Alexa explained that it is because there are no real enemies to defend against out here, but the threat of the Tumak is too great, and I think them fools for not having the best defenses they are able.As the passengers began leaving the train, Mikkah, the train's wizard, bade my companions and I to hold back: there were people waiting to speak with us.&nbsp; So Mor'Gan, Balin, and I waited with Mikkah, though Feldon had already left the train with Tarion and the chim.&nbsp; We didn't have long to wait - as soon as the other passengers had left, three duerfolk dressed in fine black clothes and ankle length coats (similar to Mor'Gan's &quot;duster&quot;) boarded the train and walked toward us.&quot;Good afternoon, noble folk.&nbsp; My name is Dalzak Naruun Durgush of the Deathunters, and these are my companions Dalzak Garenil Arritak and Dalzak Yoritak Fertulth.&nbsp; If you would kindly accompany us, we have some questions we would like to ask you.&quot;&quot;What exactly would the nature of these questions be, noble Deathunter,&quot; asked Mor'Gan with a quiet edge to his voice.&quot;We have heard report of your encounters in the south, and would know more,&quot; responded Durgush.&nbsp; &quot;It is in both our interests that we speak further of this matter in a more private location.&quot;&quot;As you will, then, sir.&quot;&nbsp; &quot;Hey, wha?&nbsp; Yer just goin'&nbsp; with 'em?&nbsp; Are you outta yer freakin' mind, Mor'Gan?&nbsp; These are the freakin' Deathunters&nbsp; fer Ground's sake!&nbsp; Ya can't trust 'em,&quot; whispered Balin as we followed these Duer-in Black off the train and toward a nearby building.&quot;Calm down, Half pint.&nbsp; I know what I'm doing,&quot; Mor'Gan responded in the same whisper.Once inside the building, one of the Deathunters locked the door, while the other went to the back and opened another door I hadn't previously seen.&nbsp; Durgush ushered us inside.&quot;Let's begin with this outrageous tale of raiders in Tolk, shall we?&nbsp; I've read the report Mikkah sent, but it only tells so much.&nbsp; He wasn't there.&nbsp; You, on the other hand, were.&nbsp; So if you don't mind indulging us, sirs, with your tale?&quot; &quot;Of course,&quot; replied Mor'Gan.&nbsp; &quot;It all began when the train we were on pulled over the last hill before Tolk...&quot;(Next - Mor'Gan's Story)</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Tumakhunter, post: 1011424, member: 12191"] [b]At last - Remere![/b] It took a lot longer than I had expected, but eventually we made it to Remere. By this time, I had learnt a fair bit of Trade, a pidgin tongue used internationally. The train's brakes screamed as we pulled into the station just inside city limits. I still find it odd that a city of this size, and in such a land, would not be walled. Alexa explained that it is because there are no real enemies to defend against out here, but the threat of the Tumak is too great, and I think them fools for not having the best defenses they are able. As the passengers began leaving the train, Mikkah, the train's wizard, bade my companions and I to hold back: there were people waiting to speak with us. So Mor'Gan, Balin, and I waited with Mikkah, though Feldon had already left the train with Tarion and the chim. We didn't have long to wait - as soon as the other passengers had left, three duerfolk dressed in fine black clothes and ankle length coats (similar to Mor'Gan's "duster") boarded the train and walked toward us. "Good afternoon, noble folk. My name is Dalzak Naruun Durgush of the Deathunters, and these are my companions Dalzak Garenil Arritak and Dalzak Yoritak Fertulth. If you would kindly accompany us, we have some questions we would like to ask you." "What exactly would the nature of these questions be, noble Deathunter," asked Mor'Gan with a quiet edge to his voice. "We have heard report of your encounters in the south, and would know more," responded Durgush. "It is in both our interests that we speak further of this matter in a more private location." "As you will, then, sir." "Hey, wha? Yer just [I]goin'[/I] with 'em? Are you outta yer freakin' mind, Mor'Gan? These are the freakin' [I]Deathunters[/I] fer Ground's sake! Ya can't trust 'em," whispered Balin as we followed these Duer-in Black off the train and toward a nearby building. "Calm down, Half pint. I know what I'm doing," Mor'Gan responded in the same whisper. Once inside the building, one of the Deathunters locked the door, while the other went to the back and opened another door I hadn't previously seen. Durgush ushered us inside. "Let's begin with this outrageous tale of raiders in Tolk, shall we? I've read the report Mikkah sent, but it only tells so much. He wasn't there. You, on the other hand, were. So if you don't mind indulging us, sirs, with your tale?" "Of course," replied Mor'Gan. "It all began when the train we were on pulled over the last hill before Tolk..." (Next - Mor'Gan's Story) [/QUOTE]

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