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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DarkMaster" data-source="post: 2079268" data-attributes="member: 16362">(Rell Diplomacy roll 18+1) As Rell appears in the stairs and tells about what happened the few villager left and the warrior shut up. Looking at him not knowing what to do. The drunk leader who is slowly standing back up, Obviously is used to those kinds drunk accident, tells the crowd "I suggest we listen to these man, and verify if what they say is true, if not we will kill them here HAHAHAHAHA"The Dwarf owner stands ahead of the villager and adds "I guess this warrior is right, please surrender your weapon and lead us to the scene of the crime."----Calondor still recovering from his injury approaches the badly wounded man and uses his healing magic to bring him back to consciousness. (CLW 8+2) The men dagger injury completly dissapears. He opens his eyes, touches his neck feeling it and still don't understanding what just happened. He looks around, looking at the pool of blood in the bed, the bloody dagger lying nearby and Calondor sitting on his bed. With eyes full of gratitude "I am not too sure of what just happened, seems more like a dream than anything else. In any case thanks Sir. My name is Utrolac, I am a merchant from Mergovia, I am here to buy silver for my King" Calondor can notice a slight foreing accent in the man otherwise perfect Axyrian.</blockquote>