Oirhandir listens to the rogue as they rinse the pans in the river and strike camp.
Oirhandir replies in a heavy accent reminiscent of the way some non-human -- possibly a kobold or a lizard man -- might have tried to speak Common several hundred years ago. "At the mille, cross the Rivre Roars and travle dew south through the swamplandes until a hye hille toppd bye a barren oake is seen. Therein lyes a cayve, which is the dragon's layr." The elf shrugs, changing back to his usual tone:"At least, that's what the old map said. But either that's one mighty oak by now, or else it's just an old rotten log if it even still exists at all." As an afterthought, he adds, "I'd expect that hill to still be there, though, and to be just as high. It shouldn't be hard to find, sticking up out of a swamp."
Zweischneid said:'Do we have any clue on roughly where in this bog the dragons lair might be found.' gazing back at the swamp he notes with a dry chuckle
'It's a pretty big place, and a cave sunken and overgrown eons ago would be nearly impossible to find without some further information.'
Oirhandir replies in a heavy accent reminiscent of the way some non-human -- possibly a kobold or a lizard man -- might have tried to speak Common several hundred years ago. "At the mille, cross the Rivre Roars and travle dew south through the swamplandes until a hye hille toppd bye a barren oake is seen. Therein lyes a cayve, which is the dragon's layr." The elf shrugs, changing back to his usual tone:"At least, that's what the old map said. But either that's one mighty oak by now, or else it's just an old rotten log if it even still exists at all." As an afterthought, he adds, "I'd expect that hill to still be there, though, and to be just as high. It shouldn't be hard to find, sticking up out of a swamp."