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Message: <blockquote data-quote="silentspace" data-source="post: 1452718" data-attributes="member: 14316">Rowyn moves forward in the narrow corridor, brushing her hair to the side as she presses her ear against the door.  Seeing the gnomish woman listening at the door, the others stand quietly, not wanting to disturb her.With her ear pressed against the wood, Rowyn's blue eyes stare at the flickering shadows dancing on the dark stone wall.  When she left her gnomish settlement to learn more about the invasions that were causing such devastation and ruin, could she have pictured herself here?  Deep in the heart of the borderlands between Shillen and Goruka, in the lair of... bandits?  She had planned on gathering information in safe taverns closer to home, but fate had drawn her deeper.  She had learned quite a bit, only it seemed like such an interconnected, complex mess!  The Red Claw Clan, bandits, mysterious travelling orcs, The Silent Traders, the Sylvan Gathering, the strange behavior of House Dharnan, the missing young Duke Marcus, the Cult of Hextor...  She had met many people, seen many places, and made many friends, but she missed her family, her husband and her two children...Rowyn hears her own heart beating loudly in her ear.  She hears nothing else from the door.</blockquote>