Strahd's "RttToEE" CLOSED


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Ithiken looks at the halfling and shakes his head. "I know I haven't, I'm afraid. Sorry."

He turns to his fellows and finishes off his glass of wine. "We need anything else tonight? If not, are getting rooms for the night or are we heading back on the road immediately back up to the moathouse?" The elf sighs and looks out the window at the advancing hours. "If we are heading back tonight, we better get going."
 

"Hmmm...let me think," says Lenuran in response to Mitiades question. The gnome tries to recall all that he has heard of Lord Burne.


Bardic Knowledge +8 and/or Knowledge Local +7
 

[sblock=Lenuran Knowledge]
Lenuran know that Lord Burne and Rufus are the town's keepers and essentially run the town
both are well respected and powerful adventures who settled in this area about fifteen years ago and decided to make it their home.
As for Burne, you remmember him from your previous visit to this town, he is a careful thinker and a long time planner who is sometimes quick to anger.
He is now around his 50 you guess, thought no one really knows. You talked to him in your previous visit over a cup of ale, but it was a small talk and no more, the Lord wizard keeps the secret within, Lord Rufus on the other hand is the "talker" but if you compare them to others, they rarely talk and share their thoughts among the ordinary town's people. One think you learned, If a talk you want, grab Elmo after several beers of try the clerics, they love to chat. [/sblock]
 
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Lenuran nods to Mitiades and takes a sip of his ale. "I do know a bit about the Lords, yes. They've lived in this village for some fifteen years, and basically function as the town's protectors. Lord Burne is a wizard of some power, and Lord Rufus a warrior." Lenuran takes another drink from his mug. "I've spoken with them over ale, the last time I came through this way, but is was just small talk...they are not the gossipy type."
 


"No, I do not believe so...if I remember correctly, they settled here some five or six years after the Temple fell before the combined armies of good."
 

The Kid keeps sullenly to himself, giving the ugly halfling a sour look as he speaks. Under his breath, so his companions can her, he mutters, "Don't trust that bugger. Don't trust him at all. If we are going to do this thing, lets rest and do it soon."
 



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