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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Whizbang Dustyboots" data-source="post: 3477679" data-attributes="member: 11760">As worried as he is about his cousin, Tock Chandler finds himself unable to completely let go of his scheme:He makes his way into the middle of town. To humans and gnomes he shouts, "Contest is starting! Contest is starting! Everybody to the Cat!"To Farrin dwarves he mentions, "Argus is about to go on with that dreadful song, boys. Don't stand for it."To Glangirn dwarves he says, "Them Farrin boys have been cheating and plan on interfering with the contest. It's not right! Even I'll admit Argus is the best bard this year."He jots something down on a piece of paper and when he Fibber moving toward the tavern, he gives the note to him. "Hey, bud, give this to Ella after the contest tonight. Not before. Y'hear me? Free drinks all night tomorrow if you do it."Meanwhile, Stotch runs for the stables. When he is sure that no one is watching, he begins to untie the horses. Leading two of the finer geldings out of their pens, he hands them off to Tock."I freed the rest. No innocent animal should be hurt." Stotch then pulls a lantern from a sconce in the wall, and hands it to Tock, taking back the geldings' reins. "This hay is dry enough; I reckon you won't need any extra lamp oil."He leads the horses out quickly, pulling up his hood as he goes.* * *Bufer waits until he can no longer hear Swifty's footfalls before turning his back and reentering The Cat & The Fiddle, now packed to the rafters with the bardic contest almost underway. Hopping up and down, he strives to catch a glimpse of Emmerson or Ragglus.In the process, his eyes land on a female dwarf with elaborately braided hair whom he's never seen before, nibbling idly on her nails as she waits for the show to start. A silver amulet of a hand gripping a gemstone hangs around her neck and gives him pause -- clearly, she is a cleric of Yurabbos and Clan Farrin. He blinks in surprise and curiousity, and then pushes through the crowd towards her, his mission momentarily forgotten in his eagerness to recruit a dwarf cleric to his agenda of a 'cosmopolitan' chapel in Maidensbridge."Evenin', Priestess of Yurabbos," he says once he gets within earshot of the dwarven cleric, shouting to be heard over the din of the crowd. "My name is Ebuferpaly Whitethatch Malpractice Potentloins, cleric of Garl Glittergold. I don't recall seein' ye 'round, before. Are ye new to these parts?""Well, depends on how you define n --" Vonmora Farrin looks up after a moment, realizing the question must have been aimed at her due to the long silence and lack of forthcoming reply from anyone else. She barely gets a glimpse of the gnome before the crowd surged in panic. The smell reaches her a moment before the cry goes out."Kramer's store is on fire!" someone outside yells.Ella screams in terror, and the mass of dwarves inside all attempt to get out at once, flooding into the dark and muddy square. The Fordhams seem almost paralyzed, dragged outside by Ella, staring back at the inn, dumbstruck.Vonmora surges outside with her kinfolk: The two clans may not like each other -- may even hate each other -- but this is their mountain and when fire threatens, they know what to do.A couple of buckets land at Vonmora's side. She carefully pushes through crowd, bucket in each hand, moving to her place along the coast of the Moss River. One human male behind her knees her repeatedly in the back in panic, obviously only concerned with his safety. After the third sharp jab in her back, Vonmora turns and head-butts him in the jewels.* * *Thundering down the Baron's Road, Tock turns in the saddle, looking back behind him. There's Stotch, black hair silhouetted against the growing yellow flames in the distance. There's Kramer's stable, quickly being eaten by fire."I'm comin', Kat, I'm comin'," no one hears him say. Tock takes an arrow and cuts his cheek and musses his face with dirt as well."Sing a song as we ride!" Stotch yells at him, pulling up alongside. "Inspire your friends as we try to save them! Use your talents for more than winning contests!"He reaches into his bag, and pulls out a small black bag, and reaches over with it, holding it out to Tock."Just in case! Pray you don't have to use them!"</blockquote>

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