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Message: <blockquote data-quote="spacehulkster" data-source="post: 2334222" data-attributes="member: 13070">“Aagh, what a restful sleep,” Milo sighs, sitting up in his bed.  He opens his eyes and looks around the small common room.  It is empty, except for Vern snoring at the other end of Milo’s bed, and Felix sitting on the window ledge.  The Elves’ bedrolls are still lying in bundles on the floor and Pudge’s bed is made up neatly.“Are the others eating?” Milo questions of Felix.“You would think so, but it looks like we overslept.  It’s well past 9 a.m.  I checked with the Innkeeper and he said the others left early to find the constable,” informs Felix.“We better get some breakfast and find the others.” Milo kicks Vern and scrambles out of bed.“Just a few more minutes, dear.  Why don’t you get me some muffins like a good wife,” mumbles Vern.“I don’t think there’s a hurry!” Felix again informs Milo as they both eye Vern peculiarly.  “There’s a mighty ugly looking storm heading our way and the deputies said that the constable would be back around noon.”Milo smacks Vern awake and the three head down for breakfast.  They talk amongst themselves about what they might ask the constable and how long the weather will keep them from traveling to the citadel.“Excuse me gentleman,” a brash voice says, “I was listening to your conversation and you made reference to this “Citadel”.  Might you be part of a group investigating some cow mutilations by some bush-like creatures?”“Yes, how can we help you?” Milo ask politely.“Well, I’m from the Dalelands and have been following the trail of these creatures.  They seem to be spreading out all over Faerun and causing much damage,” the Druid responds.  “I talked with the constable this morning and he informed me of your group and that you were investigating this Citadel.  After the storm passes, might I join you?”“Storm?  What storm?” Vern inquires while stuffing his face with pancakes.“The one that’s going to keep us shut up in the Inn today!” responds Felix pointing outside.“Yes my new friends, I am sure we will not be traveling today,” the Druid conveys.  “My name is Carthax, I am from the Dalelands in the east.”“I’ve heard of the place,” Felix pipes up, “isn’t that where that great wizard Elvira is from?”Vern scowls at the pixie, “No, that would be Elminster.”“Indeed, his tower is near my village of Shadowdale,” Carthax braggs.  “But none have seen him in years.”  Small talk insues while they wait for the constable, who shows up right as the storm hits Oakhurst.  The group inquires him about their friends.  He responds that they headed west towards the Citadel after investigating the crime scene.  The group sits around all day worrying about their friends.</blockquote>

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