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Message: <blockquote data-quote="GreyOne" data-source="post: 961181" data-attributes="member: 858">Joda gives the three of you a once-over, pointing to your small blades and bows.   You see five guards, relatively at ease further in, standing astride the muddy path.   Your weapons are placed on a table within a gate-house to the left.  An iron brazier sits upon a pedastal by the gate-house's door, the flames flickering in the breeze.  You hear activity within the courtyard and ahead you see a three story stone tower and two outbuildings.  There is the rythmic pounding of metal coming from a third building off to your right.   "We have a fourth companion who seems to have temporarily become preoccupied.  Mayhaps he will present himself to you in time," says Nado cheerfully, surrendering the last of his daggers to the guard placing them on the table."Very well," replies Joda, gazing back towards the village buildings.  "When you are presented to the Lady Preda, you will bow.  And 'ware, my eyes will be on 'ee," he finishes, spitting something dark off to the side.Without listening for your reply, Joda turns and begins marching across the yard towards the wooden portal that rests on the second floor of the tower.  Three of the guards file in behind you, glancing sternly.  The stairs leading up to it are thin, made of rough stone and allowing only a single person at a time to make their way up it.  A number of high, thin windows appear on the third story and above the triangular crenallations on the roof flaps another pennant, this one of a white horse galloping on a green field.   Several more guards gaze down upon you.Joda reaches the top of the stairs and raps on the door with his fist.  The wooden door creaks outwards and a small, wizened face peers at you."This them?" he says with a toothy grimace.  His eyes are sunken deep in his face, and in the quickening shadows seem to twinkle deep within."Aye," replies Joda briskly, moving past the figure.  The man is dressed in a grey robe and wears a chain with a downturned blade inside a disc of brass."I thought there was four?" says the man, scratching his unshaven chin.  His moustaches reach down nearly to his neck."There are, Kuik, the other hasn't yet come," replies Joda.The one called Kuik gazes piercingly at you as you enter a narrow chamber.  Ahead are a set of two doors.  Above you see a dozen murder holes.  The chamber is completely unadorned.  "Ye're rom far away, I can see that.  A Hannathri hair-dancer, a Niadan bullyboy and a Wellethunic shaid," he says, peering at you."Heh.  Who is your fourth?  A Mozii brothel-slave?" He seems to waiting for your response, a half-smile on his wrinkled face.(OOC: Presumably ALL your weapons have been given over?)</blockquote>

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