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Message: <blockquote data-quote="howandwhy99" data-source="post: 2255453" data-attributes="member: 3192">Heading back Igor saw Darius congratulating the men who stood their ground and ordered everyone back into marching lines to ensure discipline was kept. Brother Ben picked out four men to carry the pieces of the dead to Keep Margrave for proper burial. Several others built a travois to carry the meat of the creature. The march was solemn after the brutal attack and darkness descended before they reached the keep that evening. As Igor led the way he related what he had discovered to Darius. Ben could hear adamant denials about applying something to his blade though. The keep opened the gate to the disheveled crew. Most were assigned to the military barracks and rest came quickly after.   [DAY 32 – Holyday, Juna 21st, CY 81]  Early the next morning Brother Ben woke up in the temple once more. It was refreshing to sleep in a feather bed after spending a week away. Darius had already awoken and left for the Keep’s inner bailey.  The dwarven paladin pounded on the heavy wooden door. “Hail. I come for a meeting with Lady Devereaux. Open the door.” After a long wait and more pounding a voice drifted over from the other side. “Lady Devereaux is no longer meeting with people.” “I am Sergeant Darius Kord of Outpost Xavier, Ambassador of the Dwarven Kingdoms, Friend to Elion the Elf, and on a private mission for her Ladyship. I demand to be let in!” “Hold on.” Several minutes passed. Darius then heard footsteps returning. It was the same voice. “Lady Devereaux is no longer meeting with anyone. I am told that she will contact you, if she has any further need for your services. You are ordered to keep doing…. whatever it is you do.” “What about Captain Radcliffe, is he here?” “Captain Radcliffe is with Lady Devereaux. He is not meeting with anyone either.” Darius paused. “Sergeant Keenan is that you?” There was no answer. The dwarven paladin began pounding as hard as he could on the door again.  Brother Ben enjoyed his morning stroll through the keep. It was a cozy place. He noticed several of the soldiers who had accompanied him on the journey were standing around the barracks hall wondering what to do. Dram was already outside stripping the hide he had won. He had two metals vials stuffed in his belt. Before dawn he had trailed Igor to a merchant’s store. After doubling back and retrieving his coin pouch Dram went back to the store, but Igor was no longer within. A secret exchange was made with the tiny little man at the counter: two books for two potions. “Let them ask, if they’re so damned nosy” he thought to himself. Without looking up, Dram continued to quickly work the leather as the soldiers watched. He was nearly finished making the fur into a cape for himself when Kayla came up behind Brother Ben. She had a number of new y filled pouches hanging from her belt. She had done some shopping too, but he could not tell for what. “It’s called an owlbear,” she said pointing at Dram’s pelt. “I fear we must kill another on the return trip. Perhaps they were the source of the rumors we heard of bandits harassing travelers on the road?”  Ben inquired about their fellow companions. Apparently Mirel was very pleased to have finally returned to the keep and was spending the entire day with her parents and family. “Igor disappeared early in the morning” said Kayla, but Ben noticed she seemed to be holding something back. In any case, the easy mood was broken when Darius arrived a few minutes later. “Gather the men. We are heading back to Xavier. Now.” Ben reflected that the dwarf seemed to be in a very sour mood. All of the soldiers were found and called into assembly. Even Dram was forced to line up for the march back home (after he had completed his cape of course). Mirel was saddened about having to leave so soon, but she came without question.</blockquote>

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