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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Gwaihir" data-source="post: 2888912" data-attributes="member: 14487">Location: MaltaZoick and Gori'On make their way back to the Golden Hind."You can sleep there- just make sure you keep the snoring down." Says Zoick."Weres yer wife to be sleepin." Asks Gori'on. "Another room, got it all set up proper like." Answers Zoick with more than a touch of sarcasm.The morning dawns clear and brisk. Zoick finds Miriam waiting for him. They pen a quick note to Gori'on, telling him to stay put and set off to the Wind and Waves, the most upscale tavern on the docks, known for what else - the finest fresh fish."I can't imagine they do much breakfast business." notes Zoick."Probably not," Agrees Miriam, "Do you trust this vagbond dwarf you picked up at the bar last night?""Trust is such a broad word, Hes not really a vagabond. I trust his intentions, his methods are, um, in a word, unsubtle.""So hes a loud dwarf, nice.""And he thinks were getting married." Zoick smiles."Me and you? Why does he think that?" Miriam seems a bit taken aback.The discussion continues until they two arrive at the Wind and Waves. It appears closed, but the door opens when Zoick knocks."Put yer weapons in there. I will lock it and give you the key, or you get no more infermation." Says a lithe dwarf with a short beard and several wicked looking knives stuck though this belt. With some hesititation, you comply with his request. He makes a show of locking the chest and handing you a key. "They may come, I detect no other weapons on them," a female voice states.A young looking elf woman steps from around a privacy screen that separates one part of the restaurant from another. She steps forward and grabs each of your hands. "Hold tight, don't let go until I say." She incants and you are transported to a woody glade. An old elf sits on a large boulder, waiting for you."My friend Mylander, says you are good for a considerable sum of money in exchange for a bit of knowledge I give you. Is this so?""How much is considerable?" Asks Zoick."2000 gold, that will cover both my and Mylanders fees. A really reasonable price, actually, considering what you seek.""We'll pay, though we don't have it all with us." answers Miriam."That will be fine child. Leave what you have with Mara. Zoick can get the balance for Mylander on thier own terms."Miriam walks over to the young elven woman and counts out 476 gp worth of coin.The old elf gets up and walks over. "Names Samson, thats not my real name of course. In my younger days I was a bit of a crusader, always championing the Church, thought the old girl got a real raw deal after the war, you know. I'm a real passionate student of the way of St. Macedone. I was already long retired when the whole Keth Anar murder thing happened, must have be about 40 years ago. I knew about the High Temple from some studies I had done a long ways back and I put two and two together about what he must have betrayed. ""So anyway, to make a long story short, a few years later, I found out about the secret cache of stolen documents and artifacts here in Malta. Even though Mylander caught me, no one else did. I got really good at watching who and what went in and what went out. One of the items that was there, but is no longer, is St Xantas' StarGem. It sits on the mantle of Prince Devin Cuthbert in the trophy room at Rowan Palace. Which sits on ample grounds north of Malta.""He's a passionate historian of the War and the fall of Bastion, prolific collector too. The Star Gem isn't connected as far as I know, but its still the prize of his collection. Good Luck.""Oh, a word to the wise. The Cache is probably beyond your skill, unless I really underestimate you. It took me 3 years to get in and Mylander about the same, if I remember right. Mara will take you back to Malta, if you are ready."</blockquote>

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