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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rune" data-source="post: 176000" data-attributes="member: 67">Session 5, part 3Absentmindedly, I send Toady out to purchase a fire elemental.  He is only too happy to get into town for a little while, despite the certainty that his task will be fruitless.  Fruffy has returned and stays in the house, Maialin sleeps; Jared and I take the opportunity to part ways and take care of our own business.  Whatever it is that Jared must do, my tasks are fairly mundane; I must take over the errands that Toady will be neglecting, since I sent him into town.A couple of hours before noon, Jared and I return to my home and wake Maialin.  We chat for a little bit, waiting on Dexerion and Virian, but they are not forthcoming.  We will have to meet them at the courthouse.  We head to court.…Where we are greeted by a guard who tells us that the trial has been canceled.  The attackers have escaped.  Virian and Dexerion appear and discover the same.  Dexerion relates to me their story.Apparently, he had received a message, borne on the wind, from his master, telling him to find out about something called, "Zeitweg," which is a dwarven word meaning, roughly, "timewalk."He and Virian had taken this opportunity to visit the School of Arcana and hired some research on the subject.  The books on the subject had been stolen overnight, inditing Dex and Virian on coincidence, alone.  Consequently, they had spent the last few hours being magically interrogated.  I never much liked wizards; this is why.  I am sure Dexerion will grow out of his "wizard" phase soon enough.  He’s not a bad kid, really.One thing Dexerion mentions sticks in my mind, though.  I wonder if it would be possible to visit Nar-Abar before the spore-fever?As we are heading back to my cozy sod hut, we can hear the sounds of combat in an alley near us.  We change our course to see a massive man ringed by guards—guild-paid guards—swinging a mighty iron ball on a long length of chain.  The discordant sounds of screams and breaking bones fill the air.One of the guards yells to a companion in frustration, "He must have orc blood in him!"The giant man shakes with a fury beyond description.  "ORC?  ORC!  ME NOT ORC!  I OGRE-BLOOD!"I nock the special arrow that Jared won at last night’s banquet, but inaction grips me.  I do not trust these guards, nor the intentions of their employers, but the huge man is killing men.Surely, he must be pacified?</blockquote>

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