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<blockquote data-quote="S'mon" data-source="post: 1695485" data-attributes="member: 463">15 minutes later, Alyx and Hrothgar are esconced at a corner table, being served beer by a buxom blonde barmaid while Alyx applies a healing poultice to Hrothgar's shallow thigh-wound, then bandages it (Hrothgar back to full hp) and Hrothgar enjoys the sight of a couple of Marrakeen dancing girls performing on the long bar-top to the sound of a lute.&nbsp; Little blue stars wheel and dance around the girls, courtesy of Gwal the Gristle's resident prestdigitator, then turn into birds and burst in a shower of sparks, eliciting gasps of wonderment - and slight fear - from several of the more naive patrons.Her ministrations completed, Alyx the Picklock flicks the barmaid a couple of copper coins, then launches into her explanation in a low voice.&quot;I, er... recently 'acquired' a map - a copy of an old treasure-map... It shows the old burial catacombs beneath this tavern.&nbsp; Ever heard of the Amulet of Althuvion?&nbsp; No?&nbsp; It's a Sidhe* artifact - from Angarin, from before the Mongali massacred the elves.&nbsp; It's said to be very powerful - worth a fortune, and sacred to the Angarin Sidhe.&nbsp; And the map shows it's located in the catacombs right under our feet!&nbsp; But the map says it's protected - 'guards &amp; wards' - I can deal with traps okay, but 'guards' in a catacomb likely means somethin' nasty, I'm thinkin' - so I reckoned a bit o' muscle to help me out wouldn't hurt...&quot;Alyx grins, patting Hrothgar's bulging bicep.&quot;What do ya say?&nbsp; We get the amulet, I can find a buyer, no probs - couple of thousand gold in it for ya, easy!&quot;She grins, then glances over to a far table where a white-bearded old man in pale grey robes is talking with a cowled figure in black-enamelled breastplate, a woman.&nbsp; Alyx frowns...*Half-elven descendents of the elves of Angarin.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="S'mon, post: 1695485, member: 463"] 15 minutes later, Alyx and Hrothgar are esconced at a corner table, being served beer by a buxom blonde barmaid while Alyx applies a healing poultice to Hrothgar's shallow thigh-wound, then bandages it (Hrothgar back to full hp) and Hrothgar enjoys the sight of a couple of Marrakeen dancing girls performing on the long bar-top to the sound of a lute. Little blue stars wheel and dance around the girls, courtesy of Gwal the Gristle's resident prestdigitator, then turn into birds and burst in a shower of sparks, eliciting gasps of wonderment - and slight fear - from several of the more naive patrons. Her ministrations completed, Alyx the Picklock flicks the barmaid a couple of copper coins, then launches into her explanation in a low voice. "I, er... recently 'acquired' a map - a copy of an old treasure-map... It shows the old burial catacombs beneath this tavern. Ever heard of the Amulet of Althuvion? No? It's a Sidhe* artifact - from Angarin, from before the Mongali massacred the elves. It's said to be very powerful - worth a fortune, and sacred to the Angarin Sidhe. And the map shows it's located in the catacombs right under our feet! But the map says it's protected - 'guards & wards' - I can deal with traps okay, but 'guards' in a catacomb likely means somethin' nasty, I'm thinkin' - so I reckoned a bit o' muscle to help me out wouldn't hurt..." Alyx grins, patting Hrothgar's bulging bicep. "What do ya say? We get the amulet, I can find a buyer, no probs - couple of thousand gold in it for ya, easy!" She grins, then glances over to a far table where a white-bearded old man in pale grey robes is talking with a cowled figure in black-enamelled breastplate, a woman. Alyx frowns... *Half-elven descendents of the elves of Angarin. [/QUOTE]

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