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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Uriel" data-source="post: 1043189" data-attributes="member: 8222">Returning to the Inn, you see that the Soldiers have had a dcent bit of headway in the hour or so that you were absent, having already reimbursed the beams holding the ceiling as well as having affixed extra cross-bars to the windows. From the basement can be heard the sound of a furnace and smithy just starting to warm up. Burgain smiles, greeting you all with tea and bread 'I heard that you all stopped an orc Raid trying to steal off children, one of those was the neice of a friend of mine, Gemdarn the Miller. He sent this bread, the sweetest seed and honey loaves you'll ever taste. he promises that as long as you are all here, never a morn will pass without smelling the freshest of his loaves at yer doorstep, delivered by himself.' Burgain then moves off, to pass more bread out to those busy working. The old Dwarf seems to have some of his Spirit back, with such heroes around.In a corner (several dwarfs still nodding in mistrust and discomfort at him) is a grey cloaked figure, a Svirfneblin.The Gnome stands, not an inch over three feet, and silently pads over to where Skezzketh, Mohgrym and Elspeth stand, smiling in a friendly manner. 'Hullo there Lords Skezzketh of the Yellow Marshes, Lady Elspeth, daughter of the line of Gold and Lord Mohgyrm, Master of the Neural Paths. the Gnome moves over to where the Prince's maps are, standing on a chair to get a better view and points to one of the maps. Looking closer, you all see that he has sketched out part of one of the maps on a sheet of parchment, indication in several areas the presence of Orcs, Trolls and Giants.As well, on the eastern portion is marked the letter 'P', clearly a Portal.The Gnome says 'I am not sure if those who attacked today are the same Orcs that lair here, as the Raiders wore no Clan colors.However, this might be a good chance for you to learn some of the Portal system, and a dead Orc is a dead Orc. As well, rumour of some amongst the Orcs here in Cuvaghn being, shall we say, different, in being spoke of. orcs with intellect and organization. That is unsettling. So, I will leave you  with a wish for good Hunting, if you so choose to infiltrate this place. As well, this...' The Svirfneblin takes out a small opal and places it upon the table. 'We call these 'Blinder-Stones. They scramble the Portals aproximately 1 minute after usage, so that Enemies cannot see to where you travel. With over a hundred Portals in Cuvaghn, this is a good thing to have.' A gruff voice near the door speaks up 'If you go a-huntin Orcs, I'd be honored ta go with ya...' A young Clan Hurdrun Dwarf stands in the doorway, having been let through by those at the door. He bears a recnet cut upon his scalp, though he looks hale otherwise. The Dwarf is dressed in dark chainmail covered over with a dull red tabard, the Signs of his Clan and of Moradin sewn into his clothes. 'I am Kelan Hurdrin, Priest of Moradin and brother of Fralas Huedrin, slain this day. I would aid you out of respect for your saving of my Kin, my own Son amongst them.As well, Prince Alembregh has told me that you may need aid...' The Dwarf then lifts a heavy sack, obviously filled with coin 'As well, the Portal Fee is on my Clan, in gratitude.'</blockquote>

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