The old dwarf looks at all the faces sitting around the campfire, "Hrmph!! Geenies ye alls be, but I can nay tink of wats ta do," he says.
Martomum pulls a piece of folded parchment from behind his wide belt. "Dee's be me orders," he says with a grimace. "Suppose be frum Bear his self." Looking at the paper a sadness darkens the dwarf's face. "Bah!" he exclaims throwing the parchment to the ground. "I's knowa who be pen'n tose orders."
With a quick move Fallon retrieves the paper before the dwarf can kick them into the fire. He hands the orders over "Here, here each of you take a look for yourselves." he says handing the parchment over.
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My dear old friend I am writing to you with dire news and orders for your part to help in the war against the Treylor. The enemy has somehow gotten troops past the army at Siere and pockets of them ravage the countryside. The army that destoryed the villiage is on the move towards Harkon Manor, and you must get there first to warn them, ready their defenses, and let them know we are on the way. Take whatever men you deem neccesary, but no horses or carts. Travel light and fast through the Western Woods and you should beat the Treylor to Harkon Manor. Also you must take with you Jareth Kyras, he will be sent to you shortly. Make haste my friend and we will win. BEAR [/sblock]
After reading the missive Lora walks over to Fallon and whisphers something, flustering the old man. "Come, come we should,should take care,care of this right, right away." he says leading her off.