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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Gregor" data-source="post: 5745403" data-attributes="member: 11751">********Refugee CampsBannock and Kirio, you have no trouble finding the camp of refugees and mercenaries who hail from the nation of Ostalin to the West.  Dusky skinned humans, half-elves and half-orcs make up the majority of the population who dress in fur lined cloaks and helms and adorn their faces with oiled and manicured beards, eyebrows and mustaches.  Curved blades such as scimitars, kukris and falchions hang from weapons belts and some warriors wear trophies from bandoleers across their chests or affixed to the hilts of their weapons.The camp consists primarily of tents made from hides clustered around fire pits, as well as some large pavilions that likely serve as dining and drinking areas.  Some makeshift forges have been set up as well, and the sounds of hammers on anvil and the familiar scent of red hot metal fills the air.You are easily marked as outsiders in this place, though none seem too concerned about your presence.  Most of the people here look like mercenaries; mercenaries keen on cooking their food, having a drink, sharpening their blades and trying to keep out of the ever present drizzle.********North HarbourAlric, after a short detour to the refugee camps where you were directed back into the North Harbour, you eventually locate the humble stone chapter house of the Knights of the Aqualine Cross on one of the merchant-cluttered side streets.  Two identical weathered and wet banners hang from the front of the building, flanking the front door.  Each banner is white and red marked with a cross surrounded by a halo of feathers - a design you recall seeing in a larger chapter hall back in Gate's Pass.  Before you enter, you hear an almost deafening screech and look up into the rainy sky.  Perched above the chapter house, on a small wooden platform is a giant golden eagle no smaller than a horse.  It screeches again and stares down at you with curious amber eyes.You stride through the front door and enter a spartan main hall.  One large wooden table fills the majority of the room and a roaring hearth against one wall provides light and warmth.  You can see into two other rooms, one which is clearly an armory of a sort as suits of platemail hang on racks.  The other is a sleeping area filled with small military style bunks and foot lockers.  There are other doors but they are closed.Sitting at the table, apparently alone, is Laurabec Adelsburg.  She is unarmed and unarmored, wearing only simple clothes and a tabbard that matches the banner of her order.  Her hair is cut close and in a style somewhere between a priest and a soldier, which does nothing to hide her sharp ears that display her mixed human and elven heritage.  She is writing in a leather bound journal when you arrive and she rises to greet you."Enter and be welcome here," she says with a smile, "your face is familiar to me sir.  I believe we met at the Lyceum's War Council which was held last week?  My name is Laurabec Adelsburg."  </blockquote>

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