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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 2109011" data-attributes="member: 9255">EBERRON03/12/05SEGMENT 054“RAIL WRECK”  PT V“Do you want a drink ma’am?” asks the ½ elf waitress.“Two Aundair wines.” Says Sara.  “Do you want anything “Bob” ?”Cedious is in love.  “I’ll have an ale.”Cedious looks into her eyes and continues.  “So what brings you on this rail in particular?”“I am a reporter for the Korranberg Chronicle.” She pulls out an issue from her traveling bag.  She opens it to the second page and slides it to him.  WHAT IS WRONG IN THRANE by Sara SilverGleam.  “I was looking into some unusual activities within the church when I was politely asked to leave.  To be sure I did, I was escorted by those two handsome human men.”“Really?”“Really “ Bob””“I’ll let you in on a secret- my name is not Bob.”“Really?  I didn’t know.” She lies to Cedious.  “What is it then?”The waitress arrives with their drinks.  Sara gulps the first then enjoys the second glass of wine.  Cedious is entranced by her.  “It is Boddynoc.”She knows it is another lie but is enjoying this too much.  It is obvious that there is a story here.  She can smell it.  “Well Boddynoc, you seem like a great traveler.  Where have you been besides Fairhaven?”“The Mourning Lands.” He says hoping to impress her with his bravery.“Would you like a drink sir?” the waitress asks Black Sands.  With a mammoth hand he pushes her away by the forehead into the Claw.  “No.”  His eyes never leave the Claw or its leader in full plate armor that was laughing at his own joke before arriving at the punchline.“WHAT is your problem?” He says sternly.“No problem here from what I see.” Answers Black Sand.Cedious is so caught up in Sara and her charming influence he doesn’t notice what is happening a mere fifteen feet away.“I do not know where Rose Quarry is.  Is it north or south?  Is it near Metrol?  I have heard Metrol is over run with undead.”“We saw undead.  I’m not sure where the place is.”  He stammers as he realizes he saying more than he should be to her.  Especially when she is a nosey reporter that specializes in this kind of stuff.  “I was lost traveling through the mists.”“Why ever go there to begin with?  Only the foolish or the most brave go there.  You don’t strike me as foolish.” She lies.  She bats her eye lashes and smiles a pouty look at him.“Oh boy oh boy oh boy” is all he is thinking.“We … I was there …looking for …something.  I didn’tfindithowever.”  He nervously spits out.“You are in my seat Claw idiot.” Black sand declares as there are about a dozen empty seats behind him near Cedious.  He lifts the man up and deposits him off to the side and sits down and puts his heavy size 21’s on the table nearly knocking over the leader’s drink.  He crosses his arms and smiles.The soldier gets up and reaches for his weapon.  The leader motions for him to stop.  “I repeat- what is your problem?  We are merely having drink and retelling tales of our lives.  You are rude and abuse the wench then antagonize us.  What do you have to gain from these foolish actions Droaam dog?”Black Sand doesn’t miss the national slur.  “Just relaxing is all.”“I politely ask you to ‘relax’ elsewhere then half-breed.”The barbarian doesn’t flinch.Flustered, the leader slams down his mug.  “Twice damn you and your kind.  Begone before we remove you from our sight!”Cedious tries to avoid talking about his connections to House Cannith.  Hearing Black Sand is a welcomed distraction.  “Beth asked us to leave them alone Sand.  They are not worth it my mighty friend.”  He wonders if saying friend was wrong.“Some soldiers you are.  It takes a mere halfling to protect you.” And with that Black Sand gets up and walks over to the corner to continue to glare at the wait staff and the claw.  “What does it take to get a drink around here?!?” he yells out.The claw whisper among each other and the leader in platemail gets up with most of his men.  Three remain behind.  They make a clear attempt to not look at the ½ giant or Cedious.  This makes them look towards the Thrane soldiers whom find this all very amusing.  One holds up a mug of ale in salute and the two laugh.“May I get you a drink Blu?”“I would be honored and appreciate it greatly Druid.”The goblins look at him then roll their eyes.  They know better than to argue the fact.The group of seven makes it to the dining car.  They are unaware of the events that have just occurred.“I am Blu and I am an ambassador of Darguun to Karrnath.  I am merely traveling to my office in Korth.”“I too am traveling on business.  I wish my business was more beign.  But it is work.”= You seek something I know.  It is okay.  I will tell no one.  Sometimes I can not help but to capture surface thoughts =   “It is my curse you could say.” He then says aloud.Back on the Cannith car, Beth watches the fighter clean his weapons and tend to his equipment.  She is not certain what to make of this group.  She asked for retrieval experts and got these …hirelings. How this could have been done she is uncertain.  She looks at her large bag and thinks that she is at least safe still.  She then looks at the area of the secret compartment where a few wands are kept.  She is as prepared as she can get.  But will it be enough?</blockquote>

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