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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Branding Opportunity" data-source="post: 2434800" data-attributes="member: 31812">After breaking your fast on some cured meats and dried fruit left over from your trip, you don your gear and head out to track down this Algorthas.  Unsure of exactly where his home or shop is you stop a youngish tinker, dragging his livelihood in a cart behind him and ask him for directions."Who?" he questions, his face a bemusement.  "Oh that old hermit! Yes, he lives in an old, empty temple in the Abandoned Quarter.  You can't miss it.  Two story building, squat, pretty run down, on the corner of the block."  The man shakes his head before picking up the cart and continuing along his way.The Abandoned Quarter greets you long before you step foot in it.  The smell of rotting organic matter from the Effluvium is overpowering, and you guess that the wind is blowing in your direction at the moment.  You quicken your pace, leaving the last occupied house behind you as you travel towards your destination.As the tinker promised, the abandoned temple is easy to find.  It sits on its own grounds and is made entirely of red brick.  All its windows are bricked up so the only way in seems to be through the large wooden double doors which stand partially open.  Once inside the structure the smell thankfully abates somewhat, but the main sanctuary seems to be empty.  Numerous pews, chairs, and shelves have been neatly stacked in a corner and the central, wooden alter has been covered by a very large, white cloth.  The only light comes through a stained-glass ceiling, depicting a fresh-faced Oerdian woman with long black hair and dark blue eyes carrying a large, illustrated tome in her hands.  It seems to be one of the few things which is in pretty decent shape here.The room is silent and a small door to your right seems to be the only exit.OOC:  Anyone with even a single rank of Knowledge (religion) recognizes the woman depicted above to be Lirr, a lesser Oerdian goddess of prose, poetry, literature and art.Even though your sleep was interrupted you got back to bed and were able to rest enough to recover your spells (after some meditation/study).</blockquote>

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