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Message: <blockquote data-quote="sithramir" data-source="post: 1148785" data-attributes="member: 12183">Atilla peered at the sign hanging above the door. An egg lying in a pile of coins all painted to appear to be gold. This must be the “golden egg” the beggar had talked about. Not the best Inn in Silverymoon, but quite nice. Glad that the 2 silver didn’t go to waste, the angel twisted reality to make himself appear to be a normal human (without wings) and strode through the door.   The man behind the counter, along with the 3 elves inhabiting the inn currently, all gazed at Attilla with dissension. Walking to the counter, the angel turned human inquired, “I’d like to speak with Elaith Craulnobur please. My name is Attilla.”   The bartender seemed confused, “I’m sorry, sir, but I believe you aren’t exactly where you belong. Perhaps the tavern across the way would do you more pleasure.”   The archon sighed, “Look, I know you’re lying so can you please just point me in the right direction.” One of the elves who had been sitting at one of the tables took a step in front of the “human”.    “You’re looking for the Serpent I assume? He’s not here, but come let us discuss your matter in private and I will relay the message.”   The two took a seat in the corner and the bartender brought over a bright blue bottle. “Would you like some elverquiest? Tiel’brien here makes the finest elven wine in the north.”   With a shake of his head, Attilla pointed toward the holy symbol currently shown on his tunic. “As you can see I am an acolyte of the church and as such am unable to inhibit myself until I have passed my induction.”   “Of course, Attilla is it? Let’s get to the down and dirty then. What makes you seek out the serpent?”   “My business is with Elaith and Elaith only. It is a matter of importance and I cannot be delayed”, the archon replied.   “Then speak freely for he and I are one and the same as I think you already suspected.”   With a nod, Attilla decided to speak freely, “Look. I need a couple men and I need them by tomorrow. They need to be blade masters if possible but also know how to keep unseen. I will pay 3000 apiece if you can find me three of such men. Do we have a deal?”    Grinning Elaith took the bag that was placed upon the table and uttered, “Meet me here tomorrow at noon and it shall be done, but I’ll need to know where they are headed and what for to better gauge who to acquire.”    After a few seconds of contemplation, Attilla replied, “We’ll be heading to the new home of the frost giant Jarl. We have some business with him and lets just say it might not end up being the most diplomatic of situations.”    “Ah Gungir is a good man. Or should I say giant? Two men come to mind already. I will see you on the morrow.”    Seeming to enter some sort of trance, Attilla could tell that was Elaith’s cue to him that he should leave and so he did.</blockquote>

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