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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 7503472" data-attributes="member: 9255">SHADOW WARSEGMENT 004“McOHDOLISTT”9/29/18DRAVAGO 6, 1003    16TH BELL    SHARN, BRELAND“Smells good.”“Yes, Sarfuold agrees.”They enter the popular restaurant.  It is very busy and crowded.  There are about a dozen tables.  Each has adventurer types sitting at; dwarves, elves, humans and even a fewer amount of exotic races.The cleric notes a lone black raven watching them enter the restaurant.  The door closes and he pushes it open to look again and it is gone.In a few minutes, a table becomes available.  A worker wipes down the table and asks about food and drinks.  The table is close to the door so they hope to monitor everyone coming in and out.  The kobold’s weasel sticks its head out from under the table.“We don’t allow pets in here.  Sorry.  It has to go.” Says the waitress as she arrives with the two drinks.“Sarfuold is no mere pet.” States the insulted kobold.“Sorry dear.  Familiar, Companion and especially were creatures can not be here.  House Ghallandra is cracking down on this law within the cities.”“Please wait outside. It will be okay.”  The large weasel slowly leaves with his head bowed low.  He gives one last deep sniff then slinks out the door.“So…. Is he a human or elf?” asks the kobold eyeing his drink.“I am thinking elf.   That is an elven name… Adventiteau.”“Adventiteau ?”“elven for Brave Traveler.” Tabask says while taking off his helmet.  His elven blood shows as his ears are slightly longer and pointed.  His human blood gives him blonde hair and a scruffy beard over a square jaw. A few people come and go including a woman dressed in light yellow and black.  “Maybe he is not coming in today.  The scroll suggested he came here regularly… not daily.” Begins the kobold licking foam from his scaly lips.“Are you enjoying the food?” asks the waitress.“Very good.”“Another drink?”“No thankyou.”She waits a few moments.   Tabask then realizes what she is getting at.  “We are waiting for someone.  Zilshire.  I’ll have one more drink.”She begins to leave when she becomes startled.  A large pink and black dotted nose if pushing the door open and sniffing.  “He is outside.”The waitress leaves quickly.  They continue to sit and listen intently.They hear about adventurers looking to go to the flooded Mirror Lake Valley, and The Hidden and to Xen’drik.  One disturbing conversation they hear involves the rape and murder of several young girls within Sharn.  They hope it is not connected to their quarry.A roped human holding a pack and a book enters the room.   Xar tosses the last of his fried spiced beef sandwich to his animal companion before the door recloses.The man sits down.  Puts the book on the table. Then an ink well, a floating quill.  The waitress comes over “The usual?”Without looking up he answers “Hummmummm”“That must be him.”  They get up begin to ask questions.“Zilshire?”The man stops then looks up.  “yes?”“Do you know a Nofist?” asks the kobold.The man begins to put the book and goods away.“Are you translating a book?  An old book?” asks Tabask.The waitress returns.  “Is the food to go?”The door opens unnoticed by anyone.  “Yes, It is to go.  I must go.”“Professor Zilshire?  I wish to ask you some questions.”“Ahhhhh!   Hey!   That’s my sandwich!”The group turns and spots Sarfuold hurrying away from a table with a sandwich in his mouth.  Then they spin into the other direction as the Professor hurries for the door with his stuff.The dire weasel disrupts his footing as he hurries out the door with his “catch”.“Your life may be in danger.  Goblins and terrorists both seek you and the book you are translating.  We want to help.”“There it is!  Damned mutant rodent stole my sandwich.”  A human woman dressed in basic leather screams at the group.  Two large men step from behind her.  “You owe her two silvers for that sandwich.”As Dorque steps up to them between his new friends and the humans a female quietly steps out dressed in yellow and black.  She goes in the direction the professor has gone.“Weasel owe.” Declares the warforged.  “Not Kobold.”The weasel pauses hearing this then savagely chows and swallows the sandwich followed by a big gulp.“Where did he go? “ calls out the Cleric.“Sarfuold is-““No-  the professor…. “They chase after him.  Stairs go down and they follow.  They hear footsteps go down a hallway and go there.  They continue on and find…. An open one-way courtyard.They look at each other.  Lost him.</blockquote>

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