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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Whizbang Dustyboots" data-source="post: 3435011" data-attributes="member: 11760">Back in the library, Valana rubs her eyes and then double-checks the index again. She and Ella have already scanned through countless journals and maps left by Delvers, and found discussion of kobolds and goblins and various criminal gangs, minor undead, strange traps left over from the time of Ghul, but nothing new on ratlings.Ella is currently working on a cipher -- a Delver named Grimslade has donated a journal to the library, but it's all in code. Valana is skeptical of its usefulness, but Ella is undeterred.Returning to the index, Valana spots a name. The quickling faen Gormadoc is listed next to "sewers" in the margins of the index. Sure she's seen the halfling's journal around here somewhere, Valana puts the index down and goes back to searching the stacks.* * *Meanwhile, in Randle's, Aeshen finds himself in the middle of a growing circle of clear space as he prepares to toss another knife at the target -- all part of his plan to ingratiate himself with the Dalenguard bureaucrats and soldiers drinking here. He sniffs the air experimentally, and instantly discovers the reason for the space around him.He turns and finds himself facing a creature he's not initially sure is human: His skin, matted hair and caked clothes are all the same uniform color, which he might charitably call the color of mud, although no one would believe him. Only the man's green eyes stand out against from the layer of brown. At least the gods are kind enough to have the man be mostly dry."Heard you was asking about the sewers," says the man, hoisting a mug and toasting Aeshen. "I's your man, then. Cloacinus Maximus. I's been a System Monitor for, let's see now, when was that bad winter what froze over the docks and trapped all them ships in the harbor. Thirty-seven years, let's call it. What do you want to know, fancy lad?"He grins, and not unkindly, showing a mouth full of shockingly beautiful white teeth.</blockquote>

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