After Dev convinced the bouncer, a stocky mariner with a hook for a left hand, that he was harmless and that he indeed had the "package", he opened the solid door to let the party into the shadowy bar. Inside the bar everything was almost hidden in shadows. The only light came from the hearth and baskets filled with the glowing organs of fire beetles. The place smelled of stale beer and a savory fish stew.

A small fire burned quietly sending smoke into the bar's interior, which only added to the darkness and black mood of the bar. Against the far wall, enclosed sections had been set aside as secret rooms for those who wanted more privacy.

A long bar stood against the left wall and was half filled with sailors, rogues, longshoremen, and every other type of scum in Shack Town. The bartender was a small human with pox marks covering his face. He nodded to Dev but didn't say anything, as if he was trying to figure out who they were or remember if he had seen them before. Finally the bouncer spoke up.

"Master Nathane sent'em boss. They 'ave the package!" he said hitching a thumb over his shoulder at Ren.

"Not so loud dolt!" spat the barkeep. "Awright, go ta the end o' the bar. I'll bring ya drinks. Then go to one o' the stalls fer privacy. You in charge big'un?"

 When the group gained access to the interior of the tavern, it reminded Dev more of a tomb, then tap room. The Innkeeper asked if Dev was in charge, why did everyone ask if he was in charge? Deverick only considered himself in charge of Deverick, not the rest of them. But he had to give the man an answer.

  " Aye, and at the same time,nay. We be equals in this er job, but I can speak fer em in most things. We could all use a bloody drink, I be thinkin. C'mon lads."

 Deverick went over and sat down at a stall, but he attempted to position himself so as not to be surprised if this went south.

The old tapster came over, his beady eyes taking in the group with quick furtive glances. Finally he cleared his throat.

"That's wot we got! So makes up yer minds n' be quick!" be nearly shouted while he pointed to a sign over the bar:

Dragon Piss: 2 cumenz (cp)
Pike's Ale: 4 cumenz (cp)
Rusty Whiskey: 1 noble (sp)

In a much lower voice he said "I'll be right back ta talk once I get the drinks."


Glancing around and seeing the other patrons going about their business he smiled, it did little to make his pox marked face look better.

"There's trouble about n' Ren be just the tip o' the dragon's tail."

Ren gave the barkeep a wink "Pike's ale if you please."

Ovo scoffed at the Master Merchant "That's yer best. Nay! Rusty whiskey fer me... make it a double!"

Blossom shook her head but her smile yook some of the sting out of the glare in her ice blue eyes.

"Vell dat settles it! I vas vanting da vhiskey but mac mine ah ale. Nuth'n Ovo vould drink could be gud."

The tapster looked to Dev "N' you big'un... wot fer ye then?"
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 Deverick made use his steel was loose in their scabbards before the Tavern Master approached them. When asked what he wanted to drink, Dev took a look at the broad board that proclaimed the fine beverages this establishment boast,and almost asked for water from the river. But he went the moment.

" Pikes Ale fer me."

The tapster left to gather the drinks and the tavern seemed to return to the muffled conversations, the ribald laughter, and the occasional argument betwixt patrons. Ren looked about the place and then shrugged.

"I know no one here this eve. I have been here before. The barkeep and I have an arrangement of sorts. I helped him raise funds for this place and he was to provide me with information... about trade and other things a merchant may wish to know. The merchant who knows of goods that will enter Greyhawk before others usually makes the biggest profit. That and he was to allow me to stay when I was in need of a place to hide away for a while."

He then lowered his voice.

"I trust the old elf and the dwarf mind... well mostly but someone on the inside aided my abduction. No doubt that's why they suggested bringing me here. Now that is bad enough but... a visitor came to see the cleric just hours before you rescued me. I over heard them through the wall. The cleric was to ransom me back to the Union but this visitor suggested a different plan altogether. He stated that he wished to use me... supplant me really with another who would take my place upon the ruling council. How would they do this... my guess would be magic. Why? I know not, only that someone he named only SHE wished it."
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 Deverick listened to Ren O Star discuss intrigues within the Merchant circles, and perhaps even the government itself. Such talk made his head spin and throb with a forming headache. He really wanted a drink, even the ditch water then dive offered would be welcome about now. He regarded Ren and spoke in a low tone of voice.

" Sir, ye speak o matters far bove our lots concerns. We jus be common mercs,just plain folk. If wha ye suspect be right, that be right en proper treason. Ye needs ta tell th high en mighty o th city, nay disrepute fer yer class offered."

 That tankard of ditch water could not get here soon enough.

Ren sat back in his seat and looked casually around. Then he said in a hush tone of his own.

"Just which high n' mighty would that be lad? What if this was not just an isolated incident. What if others have been replaced already. I know the mayor fairly well as I game at his establishment The Golden Wheel quite often. I think I would know if he was not he... if you know what I mean."

Ovo arched a brow "Well jus how does this involve us? We be jus Merc's like Deverick said."

"I have to lay low. I need someone as a go between... someone who I can trust to run messages from me to the Union and mayhaps the Mayor himself. I have already offered you all double your fee... "

"Three hundred Orbs yah?" interjected Blossom.

"Fine! Three hundred orbs and a place in the merchant guard or I will sponsor a foray into Castle Greyhawk itself and I will ask only a 10% return instead of the customary 20%. Your choice."
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 The more Deverick heard, the less he liked it. Intrigues, plots, skulduggery, he liked none of these things. Ren was attempting to pull all three of them into deep murky waters. He was beginning to regret he had ever met Ren O Star. He looked to his companions, then decided to speak up.

"Sir, ye be talking bout matters way over me simple head, not sure bout me companions. Could ye let us talk bout this betwixt ourselves afore we decide.?"

Ren sat back and sighed "Sure... I guess that is best. I need you all to be fully on board or not at all. Talk it over among yourselves. I promised three hundred gold for my rescue so you get that regardless. I'll check on our drinks."

When he was out of earshot, Ovo arched a brow.

"Wot's ye got against the offer Deverick? I know it's Hilords n' all but gold is gold. If Ren sponsored us ta check out Castle Greyhawk we could all have gnomish bows, lanterns, n' who knows what else."

Blossom set back and crossed her arms over her ample busom.

"I don't know. Gold is gud yah, but vith nobles and politics cums headaches. Vee should dink on dis."

 Deverick scratched his bald head, his thoughts in a twist for the possibilities of what this may involve. He really want a drink by now, truth be told, he wanted several drinks.

 "I knows this much. Ren be an Oligarch, one o th Hilords o th city. fi we nay take es offer, we makes nay friend in Ren, en he can cause us trouble.If he be right bout some intrigue on th Council, we be wading in ta deep water. We might all end up face down in th gutter. But the rub fer me anyways, be this. This er be me home, I served er fer four year in th militia. if I av ta earn me coin, it might as well be in th service of er again, more or less. We be mercs, so none o us be expecten ta die old in bed. I be nay happy bout high en mighty plots, but I be fer it."

 Deverick just hoped he would not regret his decision.
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Blossom pursed her full lips and cocked her head to the side as if in thought. She then uncrossed her arms and cleared her throat.

"I shall follow vhat e'er ya say but I haff dealt vith this before and nothing gud came from it. If you are sure den I vill sign on."

Ovo smiled wide and pounded his fist upon the table.

"Aye! Count me in! Not ta worry lass. Whether we join this fight now or later we must fight the way I see it. That or leave the city least ways. Aye, we'll be hav'n some mighty foes against us no doubt but like Dev said, we'll have friends high up as well. Yet, I say we be up front wi' Ren o' the Star. we tell him we don't mind run'n ah few messages hither n' yon... n' mayhaps ah fight wi' fair odds but we nay be foolhardy n' we'll nay be facing the likes o' dragons n' demons neither. That way he knows where we stand n' where we'll be walk'n away if he plays us fer fools."

Ovo looked from maiden to swordsman and arched a brow.

Dev nodded his head. " Aye, ye spoke wisdom there,Ovo. Ibe fer what ye said."

When Ren came back with the tapster in tow, the latter holding a tray laden with the variety of drinks they ordered.

Ren sat down with a nod but held his tongue. Mayhaps the Master Merchant was waiting until the table was their's and their's alone.

As the barkeep, handing out the drinks, said "The Rhennee have gathered in great numbers. The whole world is turn' upside down. Heard the ambassador to Furyondy was kilt yestereve. Rumors be that it was Turin Deathstalker that did the deed. Him an Oligarch n' all."

He shook his head sadly and said "Should I send word ta the Union then Master Ren?"

Ren nodded "Aye! We'll be fine for now Finn. I call ya for some of that fine fish-stew ya make in half a mo'"

Once he was gone Ren looked to each adventurer in turn and then said "Well? What decision have you made?"

 The Tapster set the drinks in front of the three Mercs and Master Ren. The latest rumors where tossed out there,and the one about the Rhennee gathering, interested Deverick.

 Ren asked what decision they had arrived at. Dev took a long pull of the Ale, even it was welcome,at this point. He looked to Ovo and Blossom, then to Ren.

"We talks it over, en we av a few concerns afore we tells ye our decision. We be fer runnin yer errands, facing reasonable danger, Nay Dragons, demons,and such. We nay will do anything against Greyhawk or er interests. we wants healing if we be injured while in yer service. If on o us gets chopped, we wants a decent send off, nay dumpin in the river en its like. If we be leavin yer service, we twill give ye notice,and ye give us th same, if ye discharges us. If ye meets these conditions, we be fer it."

 Deverick hated talking so much. He took another long draw on the tankard of ale.

Ren looked to each adventurer in turn. Finally he smiled and raised his tankard of ale in a salute.

"Fair enough good folk, fair enough. For now I want you to wait here until the messenger from the Union arrives. As far as they are concerned you are finished. The messenger will bring the other one hundred and fifty orbs they owe you when he returns. For now I am not sure who to trust. Your first mission is to take a letter to the Lord Mayor. Not directly mind, but to the Golden Wheel and leave it for him there. I will arrange a meeting in that letter. Then you can return to Mercenary Guild or elsewhere... just leave word where you can be reached with Gelburn. That way no one will know you're connected with me but I can reach you when needed."

The merchant took a long drag from his ale and made a face as if he tasted something sour.

"I shall cover your stay here. There is a spacious more luxurious suite for my guests in the back. Finn will take care of you. Any questions thus far?"
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"What sort o trouble are ye expecting, Sir? Anything our lot should keep an eye peeled fer.?

Said Deverick,as he took another drink from the tankard. The large Merc divided his attention between the entrance and common room.
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Ren looked a little disgusted as he shook off the effects of the ale.

"The truth be told... I am not certain lad but your eyes and ears should be open. If someone is moving against the Oligarchs of Greyhawk they must be organized, powerful, and many in number. I will know more after I have talked to members of the Union and the Mayor. He has connections to all the other Oligarchs as well as to the Thieve's Guild itself. If anybody should have an ear to the door it should be them."

His eyes then widened "Say? The guide that led us this eve... he was from the Beggar's Union was he not? They have eyes and ears all over Greyhawk. Mayhaps he can help. I'll see if I can get you some coin you can use as bribes. Mayhaps you can pay Gaspar a visit. What say you?"

    The tall merc listened to what Rn had to say, and the more he heard, the more he was regretting that he had agreed to this contract.

 " Aye, we av met th Master o Beggars afore. His greed be bigger then th entire city o Greyhawk. But if we av ta go ta th court o miracles, agin.. so be it."
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Ren nodded and grinned ear to ear.

"You're right lad. We'll just use the little guide then. I'd rather see gold go to his pouch than Gaspar's anyway. Now we must have a care if Gaspar knew his role that lad could get hurt or worse. Best meet him outside the Old City then to cut down on the risks. Now, then you must keep your eyes and ears open. Any rumor... no matter how big or small might lead to a useful clue. You can either reach me here or leave word at the Green Dragon Inn. The proprietor is a friend of mine and be trusted."

That's when Dev saw a rather unusual sight! The hook-handed doorman let in another patron to the Selkie. She, for her curves left no doubt of that, was on the short side for a gnome... or could she be a halfling? Yet there was no mistaking thick mane of bright copper-red curls that seem determined to defy restraint, the leather armor, and a belt with numerous small, tasseled pouches sewn to it. As their eyes met she smiled and gave the big warrior a wink.

 The entrance of the Gnome went almost unremarked by Deverick,as he was staring at Ren due to what was said about Talbert.

" We nay use Talbert if e could gets urt. It be me fault three boys got chopped from pullen yer arse out o th fire,Sir. If I av ta go face Gasper,so be it. But we nay use Tal if he might face danger from Gaspar. Nay more lads gettin urt. Not on me watch."

The look on the large Warriors face was most serious.

A thought sprang into devs mind, He had the rare thought,from time to time. He spoke low so only those as his table could hear.

"If ye needs tales o what goes on,wha bout the Guild o Thieves? Bugger the Beggars Guild, hire th Thieves ta be yer eyes,or jus one Thief.If ye av ta spend coin, they be th best at knowing things, in me opinion."

 Deverick was a native of the city,and the Guild of Thieves was just another Guild to him. Where such a Guild would be shunned and thought badly of by citizens, in most other cities, in Greyhawk, is was just another organization.
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Ren held up a warding hand "Fear not brave Deverick we shall not use young Tal... Talbert. We will find another way. I shall know what the thieves know after I correspond with the Mayor. He is a thief in good standing. There are those that say the Guild runs the city and mayhaps it is true. Though three members of the Merchants Union, besides myself of course sit upon the Council of Oligarchs buttwo of those take bribes from Org and the thieves but which two I know not. This way they may have a majority in any vote."

Then he held up a finger. Then took off his right boot. He then turned the heel until a small object fell from it's cleverly hidden spot. Ren held his palm and unpon it was a small gem... white... opaque... a pearl!

"Here! Give this to Tal. The young lad helped us all more than we know. I shall not be niggardly in my reward. It is worth a 100 orbs! Yet, small enough for him to hide from Gaspar's greedy eyes. You may say it's from you Deverick. Without you I would be last least ways. It should do the boy some good."

Then the pox faced taspter approached the table with a nug of ale upon the tray.

"Master Deverick I presume? From the red haired lass across the common room."

It was the red-haired gnome who winked when Dev gazed in that direction.

 Deverick slowly nodded,as he was satisfied with what Ren said about not using Dev. But the Pearl, that was totally unexpected,and Devs jaw dropped momentary,when Ren produced the Pearl.

" I am sure the Lad twill wet emself, when e gets it,Sir. I thank ye fer yer reward fer Tal."

 The Tapster was suddenly by Dev with another tankard of Ditch Water,aka ale. When he bepoke of it coming from the Gnome across the room, Deverick suddenly recalled  the Gnome winking at him. He sniffed at the ale, and looked at the Gnome again.

 "That there Gnome jus bought me this er ale. Do any of you lot, know er?" Said Dev as he nodded in the direction of the Gnome, He raised the Tankard to her in way of thanks.

Blossom scowled in the direction of the gnome, Dev thought he saw jealously in that glare.

She shook her head sending blonde braids in such a flight that the maiden looked to be a fair version of a medusa!

"Nay! But I vill find oout!" she snarled as the northerner slowly rose from her seat.
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Ovo rose as well and reached out to stop the maiden "Nay! I have known ah few o' the wee folk afore now but I nay know the lass. Watch yer pouch lad... she 'as the look o' ah thief to me. Now now Blossom. Dev 'as nay any feel'n for the sprout! 'E nay knows the lass I tell ye."

The dwarf arched a brow over at the big warrior "Ye best invite 'er o'er lad lest Blossom goes there!"
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Ren chuckled a bit "That hag of a cleric looks tame to this quarrel but the dwarf speaks the truth dear Blossom. She is a stranger to us all. If you wish it Dev, I will see what she wants." said the merchant as he glanced the gnome's way.

 Deverick drummed his fingers on the table a few times, then stood to his feet. "Nay, As me Da use ta say, if ye wants summthin done, get off yer arse and do it. I be seeing what she be about."
 With that said, Deverick walked over to where the Gnome was sitting. He nodded to her. " Well met. I be thanken ye fer the drink, but why did ye buy it fer me?" Asked Deverick.

Deverick could feel the maidens ice blue eyes burning holes in his back as he walked away from the table and could hear Ovo's soothing tone as he spoke in a hush voice... as hush as a dwarven baritone can be.

The gnome Deverick make his way across the bar, a smile slowly spreading across her lips.

"Well met Deverick the Tall!" she said with a slight nod as she kicked out a srool with a soft-booted foot.

"You're a hard man to find. I have been looking for you for the whole day! Your brother said you were gone and good riddance. Normally my trusted beggar boy will come through but even he said he saw you not. It was not till someone I knew at the Marsh Gate said he saw you come through a short while back. Then it was easy enough. Anybody who is somebody comes to the Sullen Selkie."

She then nodded toward the seat "Have a seat! Then we can talk. I wont bite... least ways until the barbarian isn't looking."

 The Large Warrior was not sure what to think of this red haired Gnome. He decided to hear her out,so he sat down on the stool.

" So ye saw me elder brother, nay love lost there. Why be ye trailing after me,Lass?

"The name is Tessorielle Rhytherhkient... my friends call me Tess. Why? Do I need a reason?" she said with a chuckle.

She sipped her ale and made a face.

"Water from the Nyr Dyv tastes better. They should be pay'n me to drink this swill!"

She sat back and gave Dev an appraising look "I know why the maiden is jealous now. But I'm a lover not a fighter. I know... I know... I'm evading the question. Well I do a few odd jobs and I'm known to someone very close to you... your Mom's sister. She wants to see you Deverick the Tall and soon. She owns a boarding house in the River Quarter. Maybe you heard of it... The Widow's Rest."

 When the Gnome made mention of his mother's sister, He felt like he had been struck by lighting. His eyes narrowed as he regarded the Gnome. " Aye, I knows the place,it be owned by me Aunt. Stop pissing inta th wind, Tess. What be it all about?"

She laughed out loud at the big warrior's remark.

"It seems you'd be more capable of pissing in the wind than me... ya got better... equipment for it. Now back ta your Aunt, I don't know why she wants to see ya but I know she wants to. Being on friendly terms I said I would seek ya out. Now ya know Deverick the Tall. That's how she names ya by the way. I do know this... she has a tricky second sight that has come in handy a time or two. Mayhaps she's had a vision. There are many of her folk in town. Mayhaps some such is up."

She took another pull of her ale and nearly spat "Mayhaps she wants to give you condolences on the loss of your dah? Its too late to travel this eve, the gates be closed but first thing tomorrow morn? We can head out then."
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 Deverick eyed the Gnome, not sure he believed her or not. " I be assuming ye be speaking th truth. But know this Mistress Tess, if ye be playing me false, I got ye like a fish."

He got to his feet. " Ye might as well come ahead en meet me mates, C'mon." He walked over to the table with the others and sat down.

 "Seems she be sent by me aunt, that wants ta talk ta me. Or at least that be er story. Mayhap th Gnome speak th truth, mayhap not."

The gnome tripped on something and bumped into the big warrior as they moved toward Dev's companions.

"By Cuthbert's bronze club!" she swore as she righted herself. "Sorry about that Deverick the Tall. That ale's gotta be more strong than I thought!"

When Dev introduced her to all his party, the gnome winced at his comments.

"Do you introduce all your acquaintances this way? Well met all! My name is Tessorielle Rhytherhkient, but everyone here except Deverick can call me Tess."  she said with a bow.

Ren smiled and nodded "My name is Donal Swiftfoot. Pleased to meet you Tess."
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The dwarf stood up and bowed "Ovo Goldenshield, at yer service Mistress! May I buy ya ah whiskey?"

The dwarf nearly beamed!

Tess bowed back deeply "I am at your service and your family's Master Goldenshield. However, I must decline the whiskey as I have yet to finish this wonderful ale."

Dev recognized that the gnome answered the dwarf's greeting in the proper dwarven fashion.

Blossom gave the gnome a curt nod but then looked away without saying a word, though Dev could see a white-knuckled hand around the hilt of her broadsword!

 Deverick was clueless why Blossom was acting all strange like. He was not the most estute when it came to the motives of women. The Warrior resumed his seat,and took up the tankard and drank deeply. " Alright Tess, ye av delivered yer message, so now what? We av some business ta discuss, so be a good lass and go entertain yerself til we be done. Off ye go."

 Deverick wanted to show" Donal" the papers he had found in the satchel that was owned by the evil Priestess.

"By all means Deverick the tall! Good night all! On the morrow then." she said bowing and stepping backwards with grace.

Soon she made the bar and was lost among the throng there...

Blossom's ice blue eyes followed the gnome all the way to the bar.

"Gud riddance!" she spat.

Then she turned to Dev "Ya believe da little shit den yah?"

Ren gave out a sigh "Mayhaps you should see about your Aunt on the way to the Golden Wheel Dev. Well it has been a long two nights for me. I will write the letter tonight and give it to you in the morning. Your coin should arrive from the Union before noon. Is that alright?"

 " Deverick yawned. " If it be alright with me mates, it be fine by me. I nay think ye would cheat us,Sir. Mayhap we could all get some rest."

A sudden thought came to Dev,and he did not like it much. "If I be not mistaken The Golden Wheel be in th High Quarter. It be fer high en mighty types. I doubt if we lot, could even get past the Door Wardens, let alone deliver any message."
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Ren nodded and reached for his other boot. Again he worked the heel and out popped a ring.

"Most wise Deverick. You are right as rain. Normally they would not let you in. Yet, with my letter and this ring, you should gain entrance without any problems. I doubt Nerof  will be there. However, there is another to ask for. His name Evran Hawkwood. A halfelf like meself. He is the manager. He'll get the message to the Mayor. You'll wait one day and return for the answer and bring it to me. I should have some answers from the Merchant's Union by then as well. Then we can decide from there. In the mean time, while waiting, head to the Green Dragon Inn. The proprietor should cover your stay, room n' board, show him the ring and he'll put it on my tab. Got it?"

 The tall warrior slowly nodded to what Ren O Star was saying. A nice clean bed, hot bath,and a hot meal always did wonders for Devericks moral.

"Aye, I be thinken all three o us could use a bath,hot meal en a good night sleep. We can ead fer this er Green Dragon ye spoke of,Sir. What say ye, companions, does we stay er til dawn er head fer th Green Dragon?"
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Ovo seemed a little distracted as he searched the growing crowd at the bar.

"Nay lad! We stay 'ere this eve. Our coin comes on the morrow n' I mean ta be 'ere ta get it."

Turning to face Dev once more "Three more o' these whiskeys n' any bed will do."

Ren nodded "The suite Finn has sat aside for you is not bad. It may not be the Green Dragon but you've most likely slept in worse. I know I have. Why don't you have a whiskey on me... Deverick the Tall?"

Blossom pursed her lips and then shrugged "I vill stay Borcarsen. Da dwarf has ah point. I vant my coin afore I leave. I spent much coin on da Beggar Master already. Sides, I feel lucky. Mayhaps vee should wager ah bit at da Golden Wheel. Vhat do ya say?"

 Deverick heard the others, then shrugged." Right, we stays er til er get paid in the morn. I needs ta see what me aunt wants o me, affore we head fer this Golden Wheel. But the suit nay be fer jus me. We can all sleep in the room, Blossom can av th bed. Not th first time I av slept on a floor. But I needs ta wash up, then clean and oil me weapons en armor.  So we er for th night."

 That having been settled, Deverick  waved the Tapster over for another ale.

The pox-marked tapster sauntered over with two ales and two whiskies. once he sat the tray down he reached under his apron and pulled out a pouch. To Dev it looked familiar and it should, for it was his own!

"The red wee one sent this over!" Finn said "All there said she 'cept one orb. Finders fee said she. If that don't beat all. never seen its like meself. Put this on your tab Master Ren?" he asked.

Ren nodded and smiled "Well I think that makes her a bit more trustworthy eh Deverick?"
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Blossom scowled "Vhat! She stole yer pouch Borcarsen? I'd count yer fingers too yah? Vant me ta teach her ah lesson den?"

Deverick had a look of total surprise when the Tapster brought him the purse. He looked to his belt, and sure enough, the strings had been cut as neatly as a Fishmonger that slit open a trout. His first reaction was a deep frown, but the more he thought about it, he found himself starting to smile. The smile then turned into a laugh.

"By th Gods, she ad on one me. I twas not very polite ta er, since it ad been a bloody long evnin, so she payed me back fer me bad manners, en showed her strip at Th same time. Aye, the little shyt called Tess might be trusted, but not very bloody far."

 Deverick actually felt somewhat better for a few moments, because the image of the three fallen lads in the dirt and filth of the street had left him well vexed. He knew it would haunt him for many nights to come. But for now, he had ale, and a jest on him by colorfully dressed Gnome, called Tess. So he laughed and drank.
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The group settled down for a night of drinking, fish stew, and swapping stories if not a few lies between companions that had become brothers of the sword. Ovo spoke of stories he had heard coming out of Hardby... that orcs were raiding the Wild Coast out of The Pormarj. Ren speculated that there was money to made running weapons, supplies, and mercenaries to that savage land. Blossom wanted know more about the Greyhawk Castle and how long had adventurers been making their fortunes among those notorious ruins. Again Ren explained that a Mad Mage had made the place and no doubt wild magic still ran amok there. The Master Merchant went so far to say that he and other merchants of the Union had sponsored various adventuring companies with mixed results. Some came back with enough coin to buy mansions in the High Quarter while others had not come back at all.

Of Tess there was no sign, she had mayhaps slipped away or was hiding in one of the shadowy corners of the common room. Dev wondered what his aunt could want and why so many of the barge folk were now tied up on the docks outside. Were they here for some sort of meeting? Was there coming just a coincidence with all the upheaval within the walls of Greyhawk City.

At last the night ran on and the group were led to their suite. There were three beds complete with feather pillows and blankets. A single oil lamp did little to keep the shadows at bay. Finn bid them good night and closed the door.

"The whiskey... waaas gud!" exclaimed the dwarf. "'N tomorrow we'll get our coin. From nuth'n to having nearly five hundred gold! With promise o' more ta come."

When they were setted and the dwarf's snores sounded more like an angry owlbear's stomach, Blossom spoke in a hush tone.

"Da Castle? Dat's vere vee vill make our coin. I need coin Bocarsen n' lot of it. Vhat do ya dink? You are from here yah? Is our chances gud?"
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 Deverick had cleaned and oiled his armor,clean oiled and honed his steel, before he washed up and made ready for bed. What he wanted to do was visit the publuc bathes in the city early in the morn before they attempted to gain entrance to the High Quarter and the Golden Wheel. But that was for tomorrow, He had just gotten comfortable in his bed, when Blossom spoke to him about the famous or infamous Castle Greyhawk.

"Aye, there be plenty o tales bout Castle Greyhawk. Some says ye can get as rich as a Lord, if fortune be wit ye. But ye can also get as dead as as dead can be,as well. There be stores o fierce creatures that roam that place. When I prenticed for me Da,we ad some o them there Adventures come ta the shop fer various things.Iron spikes, weapons en armor repaired after they ad been in th bowls o th castle. One needed his shield mended, I saw me Da pull out o that shield wha I thought twas a spear point. Me Da showed it ta me, by the Gods, it was nay spear point, it was a bloody tooth."

 He rolled over and attempted to peer through the darkness to where Blossoms bed was located.

" If we decide ta risk the perils o Castle Greyhawk, we ad better get a few more that know wha they be about with us. But with a bloody Oligarch willing ta sponsor us inta that place, we twoud be right proper lack-wits to not av a go."

Blossom nodded in the dark and then bit her lip.

"Borcarsen? I... vould say some such but ya can nay tell no one. I trust ya Borcarsen or I vould nay say nuthin to ya. There is ah reason I need coin."

There was silence... and through the darkness Dev thought he saw her cheeks were wet.

 Deverick was not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but even he could tell that Blossom wanted someone to share a burden she had.
" If ye wants ta tell me,Lass, I be right honored ye wants me ta know. I will tell nay a soul what passes betwixt us."

She took a deep breath and it seemed she steadied herself for something, perhaps something she a strong barbarian from the north feared to face.

"I'm nut vhat I seem Borcarsen. I am far from home yah, but there is ah reason for dat. My father vas ah powerful Jarl. Vee vere ah powerful clan. I vas to marry ah yung noble, ah Jarl's son, thus unite our clans yah? But his father betrayed us at da gather'n for da vedding. Our men overdrank, dinking all vas okay but it vas not. My father's rival and his men only pretended ta drink n' celebrate. Vhen the night vas nearly done dey attacked like volves ta sheep. Our swords did da best dey could but dey vere defeated. I excused myself early and saw dis from my room. I... I ran n' took an small boat and escaped. One day I vill go back n' take my father's land back. But I need coin ta by swords n' men ta vield dem."

 Deverick heard her tale of woe,and he was moved. His father was gone,and perhaps his birth right in the Smithy, but his family and home was still there. Blossom had lost everything to someone that played them false. If there was one thing that Deverick hated more then a cheat, it was a liar.

"I nay tell anyone what I jus heard, I promise. And ye av th right o it. If ye are ta get back what be yers by birth right, ye needs steel en gold. and lots of both,Lass. So lets get some sleep,and be about gettin ye some o that gold on th morrow."

Deverick rolled over and tried to get comfortable. But before he went silent he whispered.

" And th gods willin, if I still be drawin breath, when ye go back, I might go with ye and hew off that piss pot drinkin son o a whore's head meself."

Dev fell asleep to Blossom's sniffles and Ovo's rumbling snores. The morning found them well and rested for all had truly spent a night in worse conditions. Finn ushered them inside the common room, now quite empty save for a few drunks who had not made it far from the tables where they had drunk the night before. The tapster reheated some more of his famous fish stew, but grumbling from Ovo and an offer of a handsome tip from the maiden brought forth some scrambled eggs and fresh baked bread besides. However, all that was to drink was water or ale.

Not long after they had filled their bellies a man entered the room, no doubt the courier from the Merchant Union. Along with the runner came three armed swords from the Merchant Guard. Finn directed the man toward the three sitting by themselves.

"You are Deverick, Blossom, and Ovo then?" he asked. "I've got coin for each of you. The total being four hundred and fifty gold each. Most is measured out in platinum coins but we've left fifty of it in golden orbs so it can spend all the easier. That and my master's thanks of course. Will you do me a favor then?"

 Deverick had just finish polishing the remains of his breaking of fast, off, by wiping his plate clean with some bread. He popped it into his mouth, when the folk from the Merchant Union arrived.After he and his companions had confirmed their identities, the promised reward was delivered to them.

 Dev found himself actually holding his breath,as he received his share of coin. Never before, in his short life, had he thought to have such a handsome sum in his grasp. The Courier gave the thanks of his "Master" and his. Deverick nodded in way of a response,but then an interesting thing happened,the Courier asked them do do him a favor.

"I be sure I be speaking fer us all, when I says thank ye, and be thanking yer Master fer his open purse. As fer yer favor,we av ta hear ye,affore we decide on it."

 Said Dev as he felt the weight of his share in his massive hands.

The courier smiled at Dev's apprehension and held up a warding hand.

"No slaying of red wyrms today. I wish you to give this to Master Ren when he awakes."

At this he reached inside his satchel and pulled a sealed parchment. He held it before Dev for him to see.


"You may tell him this is his answer from Stimtrin Cannasay, Assistant Guild Master. It is for his eyes only mind. It is said that you may be trusted with such a thing." he said with a knowing smile.
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 Deverick accepted the sealed Parchment with a serious expression. " Aye,I be seeing that e gets it as soon as possible."

The man nodded and turned on his heels to leave. He and his guard left the common room. Once they were gone the dwarf spoke.

"Are we to ta take the missive ta the Golden Wheel today then? If so i'd like ta make ah stop at the Guild Hall. There we can store our coin and nay 'ave to carry it aboot. Though I like the weight good enough I hate ta 'ave it stolen the every day it twas delivered.

Blossom looked to Dev, she had been very quiet since last night.

"That and vee haff ta see Borcarsen's Aunt. I hope dat gnome is gun. I nay trust dat vun. Mayhaps yer Aunt has word from yer family Borcarsen. Does see haff da sight?"

 Deverick  looked thoughtful for a few moments, then took a drink of ale from a tankard upon the table. " Aye. I av ta go see me Aunt, but Ovo as th right o it. This be a powerful lot o coin, best we secure it afore I go to me aunt. After I see me aunt, we head for the High Quarter ta deliver this message. But first I av ta give this er message ta ye knows who."

  He looked to Blossom " Aye, some say me Aunt av the sight. I never say er us it, meself."
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Ren stumbled out a hour later and yawned wide. He made it over to the party's table with wild hair and bloodshot eyes. The Master Merchant shook his head sadly as he took his seat.

"I now know why Finn allows me to stay, besides I'm his partner that is. I lost nearly a hundred orbs playing cards. He probably spiked my drink besides. Did the courier arrive with your coin and my message. The sooner they get here the sooner we can act."

Ren nearly gagged as Finn brought over a bowl of fish-stew. He placed a thin finger to his lips as if to say keep the eggs and bread a secret.

 Deverick had no hard looks for Ren, when he finally made an appearance. Dev had a few of these mornings himself, after a hard night of gaming and drinking. When asked about the message, the Warrior offered the sealed scroll tube to Re.

"The courier that brought our coin, he said this er scroll be th answer from  Stimtrin Cannasay."

Ren looked at Dev and took the missive. Once Finn was back at the bar, Ren took out another sealed parchment and along with his ring he handed them to Deverick.

"Take these to the Golden Wheel. Then head back on the morrow for my answer. By then I should know what the dwarf, Cannasay, has sent me. We need to gather as much information as possible. If here is a plot to over throw the Oligarchy then we'd best be right in knowing how to stop it. Also, Finn let some info slip... "

The Master Merchant leaned in conspiratorially before speaking in a hush whisper.

"... the Rhennee have arrived for a meeting of the clans. Someone has called foe some kind of vote. Finn seemed to think this unusual. Yet he knew not why or the what for about the vote dam his hide."

Deverick knew that at times several clans of The Rhennee would unite and work together but ro have all the clans here at the same time and voting about the same thing was unheard of.

 Deverick took the offered items,and placed them in his large belt pouch.

" Aye, I will get yer missive ta th Golden Wheel. But I av me own business ta tend ta after I does it. Me and mine will be in touch,Sir.Fare well."

 Deverick got to his feet and motioned for the other two to follow.

"Right, we knows wha we av ta do, Let's be about it."

The group took their leave of the Sullen Selkie, with Ren still nursing a hangover. Blossom stopped and flipped Finn a platinum plate to the tapster. His eyes doubled in size and he stammered.

"Do... do... do come again!" he said with a smile and wink.

The party made the Cargo Gate along with a throng of others waiting to Enter the Gem of the Flanese. Some were merchants or traders bringing their goods into the city from faraway places such as the Ulek states, Furyondy, Veluna, and the Free City of Dyvers. Some were fishermen who brought the days catch to be sold in the Petit Bazaar. Others were just simple travelers who wished to do business or enjoy the pleasures that the city of Greyhawk could provide.

It took nearly the better part of two hours to get through the Cargo Gate, but for once the watchmen seeing their Mercenary Badges waved them through without question. From the Cargo Gate it was only a stone throw to one of the many side streets that led off the main street aptly named the Strip. It was here that many taverns, inns, brothels, and gambling dens were located. It was here on Dim Lane that Deverick would find the small tavern known as The Widow's Rest.

 As the trio waited at the Cargo gate to enter the city, Deverick had time to think things over. He felt the three of t hem had crossed the threshold into deep waters of political intrigue. They had no idea of who might be an enemy or friend except perhaps Ren O Star. And even that one,Dev had his doubts about. But the Oligarch had make them a lucrative offer,and Dev had seized upon it with the consent of his two companions. He had more coin from the brief dealing with Ren then he had seen in his entire life.

 He was also concerned about why his aunt wanted to see him,and why the Rhennee clans where gathering. Dev had not seen his aunt since his last leave from the Militia,and that had been over a year ago. But here he was, heading for her tavern.

 The Tavern called The Widows Rest was located on Dim Lane. Deverick knew the place well enoght from visiting it when he had been on leave. He opened the door and lead the trio into the coolness of its interior.

Dev turned to see a knot of about ten Rhennee approaching and was Rogio who the big warrior knocked out at The Rest. They all had various forms of leather armor and blades of various sizes and shapes.

One stepped forth from the group and hailed Deverick in the Rhennee tongue.

"My name is Silviu! I am of the Blood of Dmitri Volanis. He would have a word with you. OH! It is not about Rogio either. We have warned him about his robust ways. There is something you should know. Then you can tell whoever you wish or no one at all. It is up to you. Dmitri extends you this courtesy because you have the blood of the people. Those with you do not. They are not welcome but can wait here or we can escort them to wherever you wish. This is a honor. Dmitri rarely invites those outside his clan upon his barge. What say you."

 Deverick, upon seeing the armed group, thought the worse. No one was more surprised then he was, when he was invited to speak with the powerful Barge Folk "Lord" was the best word to used, but the People had no nobility as such/

" Aye, I be aware o th honor, but why does it take as many as ye av with ye, ta tell me this? ye could av come yerself with one or two others. I smells sumthin rotten an it ain't th fish round here."

 Deverick allowed his hand to stray to near the hilt of his sword, but did not draw it.
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Silviu casually shrugs "I walk with my clan wherever I go whether it be one or twenty. Greyhawk is no longer a safe place no? Why you walk with that big sword instead of butter knife. Dmitri and the blood of Dmitri do not beg. Come or no. Your choice but Dmitri will remember either way. That is his choice. We have other business tonight so decide quick or we go."

 Deverick thought the matter over,then decided. " I will come with ye en meet with Dmitri. It would do ye en yer clan nay honor ta harm a guest o yer barge. Ye are offering me Guest rights, aye?"

Deverick knew well that no one of  the people would violate guest right,and die defending a guest.

Silviu chuckled and turned to Rogio, then elbowed him in the gut which doubled the young bravo over.

"See! I told you he was no survesh!"

He then turned to Dev "You are wise to the way of the people no? Yes! The invitation gives you guest rights. No harm will come to you and we shall fight and maybe die killing those who mean you harm. This on the blood of my blood I swear!"

The smile quickly faded "Come or no! Which?"

 Deverick was given Guest Right,so he knew this was real and not some ploy to get himself..he hoped. Still in the language of the people. " Aye, I will come."

 The Warrior turned to his two companions. and spoke in the common tongue " All be well. Their headman wants ta av words with me. I av been invited ta his own barge,an honor fer someone like me. I av been offered Guest right, en that be as good as gold for me well bein. I will go en chat with his nibs, then join ye soon."


 Deverick removed his weapons belt and handed it to Ovo and the Great Sword to Blossom.

"I av nay need of em,and ta take these on board would be a grave insult ta their honor."

 Deverick kept his dagger, because the People believed, a man without his dagger,was a barge without a rudder.
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Ovo shot a dark look the Rhennee's way.

"Well... if ye be say'n so lad. If'n ye are nay back in an hour, I'll come look'n fer ye. Tell them that I may be short but me strength be ah match fer yer own. I'll nay take kindly ta them treat'n ye badly."

He took the sword with care.

Blossom's lips held a pout "I don't like it Borcarsen. But I vill take yer aemor. Vee haff ah custom like dat also. Once hospitality is given jt kahn't be broken or da Jarl looses face vith everyone."

"Take Karr Botcarsen." she said taking his armor and other things.

Sliviu beckoned Deverick to come on. Deverick could see the river barges bobbing up and down in the River Selitain.

The boats, or barges, by which the Rhennee plied the waters in and around the Nyr Dyv are distinctive. Their draught was extremely shallow, less than a fathom (six feet or so), meaning the Rhennee barges can travel up rivers and tributaries completely impassable to other, larger, vessels.

The barges themselves vary in size, with more powerful clans having more impressive boats. An average sized barge might be fifteenth feet x forty feet, with small examples being ten feet x thirty feet, and the largest perhaps thirty feet x ninety feet in length. They had no cabins save that on the aft deck reserved for the Lord of the clan, but their hulls are planked over, affording a closed space for cargo. They have both sails and oars (the latter for use when the winds are either not favorable or non-existent), and they were equipped with clever arrangements of buckets and pulleys for emptying the bilge when heavy seas demanded it. They also kept a small boat in trail for quick journeys.

The ships were heavily armed as a rule, not only to deter pirates (river pirates are thick in some areas frequented by the Bargefolk) but also to fight off the fearsome sea monsters that were found in the Nyr Dyv. Crossbows, scorpions ( mounted on swivels), and oil are primary weapons against such creatures, as well as javelins and regular bows.

Dmitri's barge was most elaborate and the wood was intricately carved with the prow depicted a giant octopus with it's eight arms reaching out as if to grab someone or something. Sliviu bowed with a courtly flourish.

"Dmitri awaits you in the aft cabin. Just you two on the barge. We wait here." 

 Deverick gane a reassuring smile to his two companions, then went off with the grou of Rhennee men. The smells out here was a pot pouri of fish, spices that the Barge Folk cook with,and the usual smells of a less pleasant nature that went hand in hand with all towns.

 When they seemed to have arrived at the Barge where this meeting was to take place, Deverick had to admit, it was an impressive Barge, worthy of a Lord of the Folk. He looked to the one named Sliviu,when he invited Dev to board.

" I be honored ta board yer Lords Barge as a guest of yer clan."

 Deverick knew that unless something was really wrong here, he would depart the barge still in good health. It had been known to have someone given guest rights on a barge to be slain once they set foot on dry land again, but Dev hoped that would not be the case,since he was only armed with a Dagger. The Warrior stepped onto the deck of the Barge,and took a moment to get the sway of the craft. Deverick then slowly made his way toward the aft of the Barge and to the cabin.
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Deverick had been on a Rhennee barge before but not one so big or richly designed or equipped. As he walked across it's wide deck he could see the elaborate pulley system used to bilge excess water off the deck. There was a carved wooden door toward the aft of the craft which the big warrior knew was the cabin of the Rhennee Lord, Dmitri. He carefully moved down the barge and found the door open.

Inside was more spacious and luxurious than he would have imagined. There were the large pillows scattered about the wooden floor where the guests of the Lord would sit, dine, and drink with him. There was a large lamp made of gold which swung upon a golden chain from the ceiling that gave off limited light but enough to see the lord lying on the floor dressed in silk and leathers. A jeweled dagger protruded from the scarlet sash about his waist. He beckoned Dev to join him as he nodded to the cushion across from him.

Dev was then aware of the huge bed carved right from the bulk-head of the ship itself and a huge chest with a lock upon it. Dev's cushion was a mere arm's length away from Dmitri. Deverick sized up the Rhennee lord as he would any would be opponent. He was of average height, about five feet six inches tall, but powerfully built. Deverick over six feet must duck down least he bump his head and then it came to him. In this cabin Dmitri would have the advantage. He could move with ease and not worry about knocking into things or tripping over the pillows. Yet, Dmitri seemed as if he was for entertaining and not fighting this eve.

"Come! Sit! Or lounge whichever you choose. I poured your wine." he nodded to the goblet beside the pillow reserved for the big warrior.

"I thank you for coming. We shall speak but first you must relax and we talk no?"

 Deverick entered the cabin of the barge, and he had to blink, for he was extremely surprised by the luxury held within. Dev had seen Inn rooms that this place made look like stalls in comparison.

 A voice spoke to him,and it could be no other then the Rhennee Lord himself,Dmitri. Deverik  turned that way and a sudden pain exploded, as he struck his head on an overhead beam. Indeed, any conflict in this place,all the advantages where with the Lord. When he was invited to sit upon the pillow opposite Dmitri, Deverick nodded and with great care, settled on the pillow crosslegged.

"I be thankin ye, Lord Dmitri fer the invitation.I be honored,en all that,Sir. I be surprised someone as important as ye wants ta see the likes o me." Said in the tongue of the Rhennee.

Deverick took the goblet of wine,and with a gesture, took a sip of the vintage. " Good wine."

Dmitri smiled and nodded "Only the best for you. Almi is your Aunt no? She is a most powerful Vetha as you know. I have one of my own but... "

At this he leaned in conspiratorially and said "... sometimes I see your Aunt when I must see the future. Yes, she pays for my protection but it is only a few nobles a month. You see I respect her and so I must respect you the blood of her blood no?"

He sipped his wine and watched Deverick over the goblet's rim as if he was sizing up the big warrior.

"Your mother was Rhennee no? You must take after your father for you are nearly a giant. I have news for you Deverick. This news is most troubling to me. I wish only one favor in return. You not only get the information I am about to tell you but I will also let you know a little secret... some would call it your Rhennee inheritance. Would you like to hear more?"

 The more Dmitri talked, the more Dev became interested. It was not every day that a Lord of the People had Dev sit down to wine and a chat. He had to admit, he found himself flattered by the attention. But that feeling came to a sudden end, when Dmitri said something about asking a favor in return for this information.

 Dev took another sip of his wine, to stall,while he thought this others words, over.

" Ye have me attention,Sir,that be a fact. But I nay knew if I can do ye a favor,if I nay know what ye want o me. How bot this, ask me th favor,en I can tell ye if I can do it. If I can nay do it, ye nay hav ta tell me the rest."

 Deverick hoped that was a reasonable response.

Dmitri pursed his lips as he swirled the wine in his goblet and he finally nodded, A smile spread slowly along his lips, sending his mustachios wiggling.

"Although you have your father's body, you hold the mind and wisdom of the Rhennee. Your mother and aunt would be proud no? Very well, i shall tell you the favor I need and then you may tell me yes or no. This is fair no? "

He sipped his wine and then set his goblet down and sighed.

"The Rhennee are very clannish no? They hold grudges as bad as the stout folk under the mountain, this is widely known. There is a troublesome man... a Rhennee who disrespects me and many lords. He needs to be stopped but if I should do this thing... those Rhennee who love him would hate me. Now this Rhennee is a bad man Deverick. He has sent men to your Aunt's place demanding golden orbs for his protection when I already do this no? He even wants more coin for the same job. I need to send him a message and by doing so this would serve your aunt as well no?"

He chuckled then "I know ah secret that will bring this man into the laws hands and then my hands will be clean no? You must bring my news to the law then. This is what I ask. Then I wil honor you with knowledge that you should know. This is fair no?"

  Deverick seemed to consider Dmitri's offer for a few moments,as he took another drink of wine.

" Aye, that seems reasonable enough. I av nay issue with doing as ye ask.. but a mo, th only way I hav ta say nay, if it be one o me mother's clan,as I be part o that. Beyond that,I agree."

Dmitri withdrew backwards and had a hurt look upon his face. he then shook his head.

"No Rhennee, especially a lord would ask such a thing. No! This man is not the blood of your blood. Yet, he was known to your mother. he sought her to be his lady but she turned him down. Some say it was your aunt that advised against it. No one could say for certain. yet, your mother refused and later chose your father Bocar no?"

 Dev thought he may have gone to far, but he was  bluntly honest.

" Nay insult be offered ye, Sir. I be nay honey tongued man o th high en mighties, used ta spinning words like some use a blade. I jus says what be on me mind. But seeing it nay be one o me own clan, I agree."

With Dev's answer Dmitri drained his wine glass and then reached within his vest. When he pulled the object out he did so with a shaking hand. He then swallowed hard and held it out for the big warrior to see. It was a necklace or bracelet, formed of wire strung with beads, animal teeth, and feathers.


"This is a draba, a Rhennee charm deverick. Not even the Vethas can make these. Not one in ten thousand Rhennee women can make them. This... this was made by your mother and was to be given to you. Almi forbid giving you this for your mother married your father who was a suvesh. Because of this Almi thought it to be cursed but I think not. It was made by your mother for you. A mother loves her child no? Is not love the greatest force... even greater than magic no? If you wish this I will give it to you. Only the fates know whether you will be blessed or cursed. Will you take it? Will you Deverick?"

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If you wish to take it roll a 100d and we will go from there...
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 Deverik did not understand any of this. Questions fought to be sorted out in his mind, but before he could ask one, the Warrior found himself reaching forth with his hand, to clasp his fingers around the Charm.

23:48, Today: Deverick rolled 100 using 1d100

A warmth began to spread, starting with Dev's hand then traveling up his arm! If the big warrior had hair at the back of his neck it would be standing now. He slowly felt the warmth spreading to his back and chest. Then up his neck to his head. He heard Dmitri speak but he now seemed far off... miles away. Yet he could hear what the Rhennee lord said.

"Close your eyes Deverick... what do you see?"

Deverick's eyes slowly closed as the warm sensation continue to flow over him. Then the big warrior started to sense emotions which he knew were not his own... emotions of love. Not romantic love but something he remembered as a young lad. It was the sweet nurturing love that could have been only from one person... his mother! Now he also felt a tinge of sadness slipping in... as if she knew that she could not be here at this very moment. Yet, somehow she was. Deverick saw her full beautiful face framed by dark culy hair. Crow's feet around her dark brown eyes and more lines about her mouth that bespoke of someone who smiled and laughed often.

Her lips formed a single word but not in Common but in Roppan! It was the word for... for leader! She then blew him a kiss as tears began to flow and another wave of sadness washed over him and she was gone...

"What! What did you see? What did you feel? Deverick! Did you... did you see her?" said the Dmitri in almost a hushed whisper.

 The sensation of drifting away to another place washed over Deverick. He felt the presence of his youth, one taken from he and his brother far to soon. The Warrior knew it was his mother's shade,or call it what you would,he knew it to be her. He attempted to reach out to touch the woman that had bore him, but of course he touched nothing.

  The word for leader escaped his mother's lips,and Dev had no idea what she meant,but he felt tears well in his eyes as she then slowly faded away. Deverick wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

 " I saw.... I saw me mother, may the gods keep her safe. But how did ye knew that?"

 Deverick's eyes narrowed.

Dmitri poured more wine and then drained the goblet once more! His normal swarthy complexion appeared much paler, even in the dim light of his lamp.

"In truth... I only suspected but did not know. I think your Aunt Almi suspected as well but did not wish you to know. You see the Vethas are rare... the ones who can make the Dubra are rarer still... but a man of Rhennee blood who shows signs of the art, they are the rarest still. Sometimes a mother may pass on a talent to another of their kin. Many do so to their daughters yet some to their sons."

He poured Deverick another goblet of keolander white and then smiled.

"Put the dubra own Deverick. It was your mother's and now it belongs to you. It has accepted you so there will be no curse."

 Deverick almost dropped the necklace, but he held onto th e thing, when Dmitri spoke to him. The Warrior did set the talismen on one of the pillows next to him, then drained the last of the wine,and then held out his cup for more.

 " Sir, are ye tryin ta tell me, I be sum sort o bloody sooth sayer like me auntie Almi? I can nay believe such a thing,nay disrespect ta ye,Sir. I be a fightin man, sword en mail fer th likes o me. I know nuthin bout magic things."

Dmitri eyes followed the dubra as it now laid upon one of his pillows.  He chuckled a bit.

"You will always be a fighting man Deverick.This will not change no? But now part of who your mother was, is now apart of you as well. Whether you take the dubra or not this will not change. Your mother was no mage. She had a different gift than Almi. She could hold an object and tell much about its owner just by holding it. Sometimes when two of my clan fought over a bit of jewelry or prized blade I would send for her and she could tell me who owned it... she could feel it. It seems now you can too no? The dubra is but a trinket... like a charm really. It may protect you... or it might make you more pleasing to the ladies. This is good no? The most powerful raises in a man... his natural appeal... his charisma. This is the word. To be loved and liked by those who follow you is ah rare gift no?"

  Deverick slowly reached out for the thing again, and picked it up like it might bite him at any moment.  The Warrior examined it carefully,as he spoke.

" I don't know what ta do with the thing.  I spose I should put it on,but why do ye have it?"
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Dmitri scowled but in a heartbeat it was gone "You should wear it no? Your mother would want you to have it so I give to you. I... took the thing from your Aunt for payment... for my protection. She no want it. I think she fear it could be cursed but I was right no? it was not cursed. That why I have it. It remind me of her... your mother Deverick."

Now there was some sadness in his eyes as he drank more of the wine.

"You see I... I loved your mother. I ask her ta marry me. Make her my queen... but she love another. Your father no? Truth, I never love that way again. So for this love I give to you. I know she would do so, why not me? Now you know Deverick. You take or no but it was made for you no? Decide while I get the paper... the paper you take for me. You know someone in Watch no?"

 Deverick slowly nodded,as Dmitri explained himself and why the talisman had been in his keeping. He slowly picked the necklace up again,and placed it around his neck.

Deverick did not feel any different wearing the necklace than just holding it. He continued to feel a strange warm sensation throughout his body. The haunting image of he's mother's face was etched into his memory. It did not take long before Dmitri returned with a parchment in hand. He reclined upon his pillow and then held it out toward Deverick.

"If you deliver this then I will consider the debt of the gift resolved. Neither of us will owe the other but we might remain friends if you desire?"

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 Deverick did feel the warmth of the necklace,and while pleasant it was still somewhat unnerving. He took comfort in the image of his dearly departed mother,as it was a comfort.Dmitri had departed without Dev hardly having taken notice,caught up in his thoughts.

When the Lord of the Barges returned,and offered the parchment to Deverick, he took the thing and rolled it up and slip it into his left boot top.

" I like friends,an we can be friends as long as we both prove worthy o the word. As for who be in who debt, I nay worthy but such things much. Nay with a friends, anyways. They do things fer one another from time ta time."

Dmitri poured Deverick another goblet of wine and nodded.

"Yes! Friends do for each other. Friends are rare Deverick. To be cherished as any fine jewel or good woman no? I have one more thing... I did not want to say but I know where you may buy Rhennee barge. It small one only... belonged to the blood of your blood. Your Grandfather's I am thinking. It need some repair but otherwise good. I check it myself. Gorgio he sell it. One hundred and fifty orbs and another fity to fix up. Then be your barge. Dock fee north wharf be two Commons ah day. South wharf closer and closer to market be one Noble per day. Not bad no? With your own barge you could join me when I travel north and east next month."

  Dev  attempted to keep the  look of surprise off his face when Dmitri bespoke of a barge and the real take down was when he was asked to go with his clan. Dev knew he had to be careful here, or he would insult this man.

" Aye, ye had honored me by yer given me this,Sir. And by Tritherion's Lighting bolt, ye honor me beyond measure, when ye be askin me ta travel with ye and yer family. But I av fish ta fry here in th city still. I av made promises to certain people,an I nay can just leave with em left unfulfilled.  As fer the barge, Aye, it being me Grandads and all, I would like ta keep it in the family. I would buy it."

Dmitri only nodded "Very well! I will see it purchased and and will arrange for the repairs. I shall see it taken to the north wharf. You will know it for it has a figure of Dolphin upon it's prow. That will come to a cost of two hundred Orbs then. Have a care Deverick. For there is much danger in the city."

He slowly lifted his goblet "Maybe the next time we can sail together then. Let us drink to the memory of your mother. She is more with you than ever before."

 Deverick lifted his goblet in a toast. "I be drinking ta me mother and if ye nay mind, ta ye,Sir." With that being said, Dev drained the goblet.

 The Warrior hoped to soon quit this place, and rejoin his comrades ar the Sullen Selkie.
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Deverick came out of the cabin and across the barge in but a few strides. The knot of Rhennee upon the wharf looked and took a double take of the big warrior as he made the gang plank creak. As he reached them and the bottom the one who spoke earlier nodded as his eyes squinted for a better look.

"Good eve then Deverick." he said almost as an after thought.


Deverick strode through Shack Town, a slum outside the walls of the city itself, to reach the Selkie itself. Nothing really had changed in a day. The Sullen Selkie was located deep within Shack Town. Bums and drunken sailors along with the other dregs of society crept along the dirty trash filled streets looking for a hand out most kept to themselves but the few that looked toward Deverick stepped out of his way and starred. Dev could hear the voices of perhaps drunken sailors and longshoremen lifting their voices in old sea chanteys somewhere in the distance. he followed the sound to the old tavern itself.

Dev opened the door to the building and remembered the along flight of steps leading down. Twenty steps later led him to another door, heavy with iron bands, that barred his way. In the midst of the door, about eye height, was the panel, which after he knocked, slid open and a pair of black eyes stared out. "What do ya want? Oh! its you... ain't?"

Though only his eyes where visible, Dev could detect a quizzical look in them.

 Deverick made his farewells to the Lord of the Barge,and made his way through Shack Town towards the Sullen Selkie. He felt naked without his blades on him,but he arrived at the Sulkie without incident. His large hand rapped upon the wood of the door,and waited for the Door Warden to make his appearance.

 Soon, the panel sid open to reveal the eyes of the Warden. Dev cocked an eyebrow when the Warden asked an odd question.

"Aye, it be me, who the hells did ye expect, the bloody Lord Mayor? Gonna let me in?"
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The man could be heard unlatching bars, bolts, and locks. Finally the iron banded door creaked open and the man stepped aside. He said, almost under his breath.

"Ya jus look different is all."

Then a booming voice could be heard across the bar...

"Thar ye be lad!" shouted Ovo from his table.

From his place by the door Dev could see the dwarf standing, still about the same height as the humans he was sitting with. There was Ren o' the Star, full in his cups by the sight of him, and Blossom. With her back to the door, she whipped around. Her mouth hung open for a heartbeat or two then she slowly stood.

She shook her head slowly and then beamed.

"Borcarsen! Ya are vell yah? Kum! Sit down vith us. Ren vas tell'n ah story. Vee vill order ya ah drink."

Ren held up an empty shot glass "I recommend the... wizz-key. Nooot bad af-tir the first feeew."

 Deverick smiled and patted Ovo and Blossom on their backs in greetings." I can see ye be well ahead o me in the drinkin. I'll be havin the ale."

Deverick sat down at the table and regarded Ren.

" I spose me mates av told ye bout ye being seen in th High quarter ta day. That, an me havin ta go en see th Constable. It ain't been borin."

Ren nodded "Aye! They szaid as mush. It washn't me... I've... beeen he... here all day. Jush azik the barkeep. Dam impusterz run... ing ahround the zity. Thash why i wrote the Mayohr. Gud idee risht."

The sworf at Ren's hip just laughed "Can't hold his liquor eh? ren's been here all day. What ah dump too! Told 'im we should just head to the Union."

Ren tried to put his finger to his lips and nearly stuffed it up his nose, causing him to jerk his head back.

"Ssssssssh... not zoo loud. Thash wazzin posshible. Ya know. People go... got ta think I... I'm shtill misshing. that way we ki... kin capture one. Thash why I wrotez the mayor."

Ovo nodded "'E be tell'n the truth lad... at least the barkeep backs 'is story. I asked awready. Now then... that cam only mean..."

he was about to say more but was interrupted by Blossom!

"Borcarsen! Vhat haff ya done ta yarself? Ya look different yah? Gud! I mean ya look... like vun o' da Jarls from legend. Maybe its da light? No! definitely different. I like it!" her ice blues eyes were nearly twinkling.

  Deverick frowned deeply, when he saw how drunk Ren was. " Gods above en Demons below, he be nay good ta us, if he be as drunk as a ruddy lord. I nay can tell him wha th Constable said bout th meeting they had ta day. I guess we hunker down er fer th night. On th morrow, we go en get the Mayor's answer at th casino."

 Deverick took a drink from the tankard of ale he had placed next to him. After he wiped his mouth free of foam/
" I had an interesting time talking ta the Lord o th Barge. He wanted a favor fer a favor. Seemed alright ta me."

 He took another drink
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Ovo nodded "Already deep in his cups when Blossom n' I arrived lad. Seems his sword has more sense then he."

"Now there's ah bright ma... err... dwarf. What say ya Reno' the Cups?" he said the sword with sarcasm.

"Sssshtop talking aboot me like I'm nooot here. Ssho I had ah few drinkzzz. Sew me!" said Ren

Ovo jusT shook his head sadly and then narrowed his eyes "Wot sorta favor lad? Kin ye trust 'im. Ren seems to nay find favor wi' the man."

Blossom just sighed "I'll help ya Borcarsen! I'd follow ya ta the Seven Hells and bahck."

  Deverick took another drink of his ale before he again spoke. "He wanted me ta get some information to the Watch fer him. He nay wanted ta be known ta be th one ta inform on fellow Rhennee. In exchange, he gave me something that belonged to me mum. Seemed a fair trade ta me."

 Deverick exposed the talisman for the two to see."We av ta get Ren ta bed and get some rest ourselves. I av a  feeling tomorrow ain't gonna be boring, for some reason".

Ovo did his best to half assist and half drag Ren back to his own space. Blossom and Dev went back to the place where the trio had slept the night before.

"That necklace dat ya ma gave ya izz nice Borcarsen. My helm and zword be from my father. Both vere vedding gifts. Look at us Borcarsen. Vee haff no parents. I vill avenge mine vun day. Vill ya still help me? I vant to seek riches so I kan buy arms and men. Den I vill set sail for my homeland. Vun day! Vun day... "

In the background men still sang bawdy sea shanties.

"I know men vill follow ya Borcarsen. just like Ovo and I yah? At da head of an army. I can see it I can. Yet, vee still haff to get through tomorrow first yah?"

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 They settled into the room that they had slept in the night before. Deverick removed his armor and washed up in a basen of water before he turned in for the evening.

 Blossom made comment on the necklace,and Dev was still not sure how he felt about having it. He knew there had to be a magic upon the thing,and he dare not tell Blossom that fact, knowing how she felt about such things.

" Aye, if I still be drawing breath and able, I will go with ye ta reclaim yer birth right, Blossom. But we av ta get clear o current matters afore we worry bout wha may be years off. Now we needs ta get some sleep, tomorrow mayhap, be bloody long."

 Dev looked at her and thought,as he had many a time, since they had met, she was easy on the eye, and seemed to really like him. Normally, That would be more then enough for Deverick to offer to share his bed with her. But, she was no wench to have a tumble with for a night. He had shed blood and steel with the Shield Maiden,and that placed her in the comrade category. a Mixing battle and beds, usually ended badly for all concerned. He had seen it more then once in the Militia. Dev had a hard a fast rule never to cross that line.

After Deverick finished, Blossom also stripped of her armor and had only her leather skirt and padded gambeson leaving her long fair arms and legs bare. While on adventure she wore her hair in a single braid, yet on this night she had undid it and her golden locks fell about her shoulders. When he reaffirmed his pledge she smiled.

"Our land izz kold yah? Here izz varhmer but tonight be chilly yah? Do ya haff ah extra blanket Borcarsen?"

Ovo came busting in!

"By the seven hells... Ren be 'aving ah ogre beat'n ah drum in 'is head on the morrow or me Ma was ah gnome! He twas snore'n afore I left him. That dam sword singing him ah lullaby!"

It was then that he noticed Blossom! his eyes bludged out.

"By gads! 'Ere lass! Ah blanket! Afore ye catch yerself ah cold or worse."

he started doffing his own armor as Blossom took the blanket. She then laid down and turned her back to the both of them.

"Women!" the dwarf said under his voice. Then he continued. "Who be the one ye will give the Rhennee's note to lad? Derider? That Deputy Constable who be liv'n on top o' her Aunt's place?"

 Dev had finished deying himself with a towel and hung his armor and under clothes on the table. When the Dwarf came bursting into the room and his reaction to Blossoms undressed condition, Deverick had to chuckle.

"Mayhap Ovo, him or leave it fer the Constable herself at the temple of Pelor. On th morrow, we go ta th Casino and get his reply from the Lord Mayor, I jus hope his nips be siber enough ta read it."

Ovo nodded "Aye! We should be ask'n if Ren's been by... better yet mayhaps Ren would be know'n ah secret password that only him n' the Mayor be know'n. If this here imposter tries ta replace Ren n' he nay knows it the Mayor could nab him right quick. Wot ye think 'bout that?"

The dwarf began to settle down and then chuckled. "I doubt the Master merchant could say it this eve 'imself."

 Deverick looked at Ovo, and suddenly walked over and slapped the Dwarf upon his back

" That be a bloody good idea, Ovo.! We can ask his nibs on the morrow, when e as sobered up some. Now let us all ta bed."

 Deverick crawled into his not long enough bed,and slid his feet onto the chair at the foot of his bed. so his lower legs had something to support them.

Ovo nodded and the dwarf soon blew out the lamp. The room went black. As his eyes adjusted to the dark, the big warrior could make out the forms of his two comrades. The small but thick bundle that was Ovo and the longer more curvaceous form of Blossom. It gave him comfort that these two had been with him  since the beginning. Then his eyes grew heavy and another kind of darkness over came him.

He knew not how long he had slept but the warm hand over his mouth and the hush whisper in his ear woke him straight away!

"Its me! Tess! Don't be loud n' I'll remove my hand."
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  Deverick suddenly was awake, or somewhat awake, in any event. Someone had him by the mouth and was saying something to him. He had been dreaming a a beautiful woman with fair hair and blue eyes of the far north. When he heard a female voice and hand touching him, in his still half asleep state, he reached out with both arms and grabbed the woman and pulled her to him for a kiss.

At first there was a muffled cry and some resistance but as Dev forced the kiss, he felt the person, whoever it was, visibly reflex. Within a heartbeat the woman was returning Deverick's kiss and skillfully so! At last she pulled away and gasped.

"Wow! That was wonderful... if you liked me that much, why didn't ya just say so." said the voice, whispering in his ear. She then blew into it and gave it a playful lick.

When Dev opened his eyes, the smiling face of Tess greeted him. She licked her lips and winked.

"Hullo to you too!" she said.

Ovo said in a whisper without turning over "Why don't ye both get ah room at the inn!"

  The big man's eyes became as large as wagon wheels, when he realized it was Tess."Bloody Hells!!" Shouted Deverick and he all but threw the Gnome from the bed.

" Wha in the seven hells be ye doin in me bed, Gnome? Wha do ye want?" Said as he sat up and Glared at Tess.
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Both Ovo and Blossom jumped from their beds! Ovo clutching his blanket and Blossom her broadsword. They both shouted at the same time!

"WHAT"

Tess landed nimbly on her feet and had a smirk on her face.

"Well... I'm not the one that put me in YOUR bed now am I?" she then held up a warding hand to let Deverick know she was not through.

"The seven hells eh? Well I thought it was... pretty hot myself. As for the why I came... you expect me to be able to think after a kiss like that?"

Ovo's eyes were better in the dark and so he began to chuckle.

"By Mordain's Hammer! Tess that be you? I nay thought we'd seen the last o' ye."

Blossom screamed at the top of her voice!

"TESS!" she yelled! "Light da bloody lamp Ovo! Ivant ta see thiz vith mine own eyes! She said kiss yah?"

Tess just giggled, unaware or mayhaps uncaring of the danger she might be in.

"Uh huh! What a kiss!" she swooned!

" Why be ye here, Tess?" Asked Deverick again, his voice showing his annoyance.

Ovo went over to console Blossom who was still steaming.

Tess said "Well yer Aunt sent me snooping and wnated me to tell you what I found... straight away. Let's go to the Common Room. I feel its... well getting a little loud in here. What ya say?"

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"Nay, tell me now."

Blossom was grinding her teeth! Only the strength of the dwarf was holding her back.

"Let go Ovo! I jus vant ta giv her ah kiss yah? Vith my sorward yah?"

Tess shook her head.

"I don't work with you remember. Not my choice... that was yours."

She paused as Blossom swore oaths.

"She's very becoming... in an owlbear sorta way. However, if you want know tonight we'll go and talk. I'll even buy you an ale. I don't wont to be here any more than she wants me here. You... you know in the light you look different. Did a mage do some work on you. Cause... you're even more handsome than I thought you were."

She looked toward Blossom "oosp! I let that slip."

Blossom said something, most likely in her own tongue, and raised her blade. Ovo caught her ram and stayed her hand.

"Go on! 'Ave ah drink n' let me calm 'er doon lad!" the dwarf said!

 The large warrior grunted and heaved himself out of his bed onto the cold floor. He was garbed in a loin cloth,  that more then exposed his muscled body. Deverick threw on a shirt and breeches,and then padded toward the room's door barefooted.

 The door was thrown open as Dev walked out into the common room not even looking to see if Tess was following him. Deverick headed over to where they kept the ale behind the bar.
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Tess walked up behind on near silent feet, though the loud sea shanties might have helped.

"Look... I didn't mean to cause trouble. really I didn't. Though we may not see eye ta eye, you being ten feet tall in all, but I still lo... like ya so. I thought I could just slip in, tell ya what ya needed ta know, and sneak out once more. I never thought you'd lay a wet one on me."

She held both hands out before her and waving them "I am not saying I didn't like it but... well I didn't mean to cause trouble between you and your woman. So... don't be mad okay? I mean... I like your Aunt and she has been soooo good to me. I don't know why I'm rambling on like some over wrought halfling farm girl."

She stuck out a her small hand.

"Friends?" she said biting her lip and looking up with concern in her eyes.

 Deverick did not say anything at first, he just reached behind the bar for two tankards and opened the tap on the ale barrel. When both where filled, he slid one towards the Gnome.

"Tess, it be fine tween us. I was half asleep when I did what I did, I nay knew it was ye."

 Dev took her hand and shook it. He then took a drink from the tankard and wiped his mouth free of foam. "What do ye av ta tell me,Tess?"
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Tess took a tankard of ale and nodded.

"I'm glad there's no hard feelings. I will... well I'll even apologize to the barbarian if ya want me to?" she said with a wink.

"Well... where to begin? There is much you probably already know. like Negely, the Deputy Constable, is look'n for ya. Almi asked Deputy Starlen, her lodger ta  look inta it for ya. He said he would and he may have answers when he returns home on the morrow. I spoke to Tal, I thought he might know where you were but he said he hasn't seen ya since yesterday but Gaspar is seek'n ya too. Tal thinks cause he wants to hire ya for some job or other. Says he has set his spy master on your trail. then your Aunt wanted me to warn ya about Dmitri. Says he wants to trick into getting involved in what may become a civil war between him and anther Rhennee lord. Both are viving for control of the Rhennee trade here in Greyhawk. Said your not to trust him.?"

She paused to take a long pull from her ale and then continued.

"But I bribed a couple of dockworkers to be my eyes n' ears about Shack Town and they saw someone fitting your description leaving Dmitri's barge. So I guess I am a little late huh? Just so you know... I'm not telling Almi about that... no way am I listening to all those oaths and dirty words. Lastly, i saw these three bravos standing just off Dim Lane. They were watching Mooshadow Lane I think. they were still there when I left looking for you. Now they may not be looking for you but my guess is they are. All wearing chain and all had dark or black cloaks. I'd stay away from the Widow for the next couple of days. let me know where you will be and I can bring you word of what Starlen found out."

 Deverick heeded the Gnomes words of what was what.He took a pull from his tankard from time to time as Deverick's frown increased the longer her tale spun.

"Indeed, ye be full o facts about me comings and goings. Seems I be more popular then I ever was afore,Tess. I be grateful fer the warning about the bully boys with the cloaks e mail. But if they be wearing mail, I be thinking they be more then common thugs, but Warriors.

 "As fer the Rhennee matter,it be what it be,and me auntie means well,but I be a big lad nowa But I will be interested in what that Starlen fella might av ta say,so I need ta head fer the Widow ta find out, now don't I."

 He took another long drink that drained the tankard dry. " Thank ye Tess, I be grateful to ye. As for where me and me mates will be in a few days, th Gods only know,fer I don't. Good night."

 Deverick set tha tankard down and headed back toward the room and his bed.
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The gnome sat her tankard down upon the bar.

"Stay away from the Widow... please. I know! Sulwyn will be at the temple of Pelor! That be ah good place to leave messages since he knows me and he knows you ta boot. I'll leave a message there once the Deputy Constable... Starlen tells wot he knows. Sound good. We'll meet there at dusk."

She giggled "Mayhaps we can ask for forgivness for all those lustful thoughts we've been having?"

She held up a warding hand "Just ah joke... okay ah bad one but just ah joke. Be well... Deverick the Tall."

"Alright,alright, nay that a hand full of bravos concerns me much. I av a Dwarf an a Shield Maiden at me back. If anyone tangles with us, may their gods take pity on em."

 Deverick turned to go,then looked at Tess again. "Yer jest falls flat Tess, Very, very flat. Be well."

Deverick returned to the room to face the wrath of Hurricane Blossom.

When Deverick returned to the room, things had settled down a bit. Blossom sat upon her bunk, her naked broadsword lying across her lap. Ovo was pacing the length of the room with his hands clasped behind his back. Both looked up when the big warrior entered.

"Wot did she want lad?" Ovo asked curiously.

Blossom's lips were a tight line "I only vant ta know vun ding Borcarsen. Vill ya still go vith me vhen I seek my Jarldom?"

Ovo looked from her back to Deverick before saying "Wot? Wot's she say'n? Ye both plan'n on leave'n then?"

Now it was the dwarf's turn to have a sour look upon his face.

  Deverick had questions hurled at him like arrows,when he walked back into the room.

"Nay Blossom, I only said I would go with ye,cause I like ta lie to me comrades. If ye where someone else ta ask me if I meant wha I said, after I already said it, I would break their teeth."

 He flopped down on the bed." Tess brought me news bout some lads skulking round me aunts place. She thinks they be lookin fer me and they be wearing mail. Th Begger Master be wantin ta talk ta me bout some job. The deputy Constable still be lookin fer me. I be warned not ta do something I already promised ta do. And we ain't going anywhere for a long bloody while,Ovo. That be it."

 Deverick rolled over so his back was to them. " I'm going ta sleep now, piss on the world til morning." And the Warrior fell silent and would not respond to any more questions.

Blossom slowly stood and girded on her broadsword.

She walked to the door leading out into the Common Room. When she reached it she paused but a heartbeat.

"I vould rather ya broke my teeth Borcarsen... I dink dey mend faster dan ah brokun heart." she opened the door and closed it softly behind her.

Ovo sat down on his bed in a harrumph!

"Piss on the world be right lad! Seven hells wot when on this night? Nay e'en wi' the wisdom o' Mordain 'imself could I figure it out!" he said blowing out the lamp.

"Be ah dam carzy business aye! Fer the life o' ah simple mercenary ahgain!"

 Deverick was determined to get back to sleep, but he suddenly flung the covers off of him and he got up out of bed. "Shyt!" He went into the other room after a certain blonde and would bring her back to the chamber,even if he had to carry her on a shoulder.

When Deverick went back out to the common room he saw immediately a spectacle around the bar. A knot of dockworkers were gathered about one of their fellows, who was on the ground rubbing his jaw. A few paces away stood Blossom, who was receiving a tankard of ale and a shot of the Selkie's whiskey. She was dressed as before. A short leather arming shirt which barely covered her long shapely legs and a padded gambeson over her torso but did little to hide her bosom.

The big warrior heard her say "Ya touch me thar again I vill haff yer hand yah?"

  Deverick walked right up to Blossom, spun her around to face him. " Right, hav me hand off fer doing this, but first ye be listening ta me." With that being said, Dev bend down and grabbed Blossom around her waist and tossed her over his shoulder.

"Sorry Lads, I needs ta talk ta this er wench."

 Deverick headed back to the room.

Blossom screamed and began speaking in a tongue Deverick had only heard her use. It must be Blossom's native language, Schnai, the same name she gave for her people. To Deverick's ear, it sounded like many oaths and much foul language was interspersed in there for flavor! Immediately, she began to pound upon his back, and her blows stung for sure but Dev knew if she really meant harm, he would have felt it. The dockworkers as one cheered and laughed as the big warrior carried her off. even the one lying on the ground.

Dev thought he heard one of his fellows say "That's how its done mate!"

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Once back in the room, Ovo sat straight up!

"Wot's go'n on lad? Blossom?"

 Deverick walked over and dropped Blossom onto her bed.Never taking his eyes of the Barbarian of the far frozen north, because he did not want to feel her displeasure in the form of a fist " Ovo, do me a wee favor and go av a couple o drinks on me. I need the room ta talk ta Blossom."

Ovo, still slacked-jawed, said "Ye think that wise lad? I nay want ye ta come ta blows n' me nay here ta break things up?"

Blossom landed on her bunk with a shout of surprised but then lowered her ice blue eyes and avoided Deverick's gaze. Her hands were still balled up into fists but she was sitting quietly. Though the big warrior could see the flush of red about her normally pale cheeks.
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 "I needs th room, Master Ovo. If ye please." Deverick's words where polite, but they had a finality to them in tone.

Ovo said a few choice words in Dangmir, and rose to his feet.

As he walked to the door, the dwarf called over his shoulder "Aye! If ye can't sleep, ye might as well drink. Jus so ye know... I be o' ah great thirst lad n' I will be put'n it on yer bill ta booot! I'll also nay be responsible fer any damages, jus so ye both know!"

With that he slammed the door enough to rattle it!

Blossom kept her head down. Those pale blonde locks nearly hiding her face, except for her red cheeks and pouting lips. She did not move or look up. Silent as the grave they may say...

 Deverick waited until the door was closed and actually threw the bolt on it before he turned to face Blossom. Ovo's words about a brawl between them where fresh in his mind, but he hoped she would not come at him. Deverick had no code against striking a woman, but he would rather not,and she was a comrade of Steel and Blood.

" Blossom, wha be eating at ye?  Wha did I do that ye be so upset at me,anyways? It not be me fault that Tess skulked into our room and startled me out o' me wits,be it?"

For a few breaths Blossom said nothing but finally a few tears escaped her averted eyes.

"Ya nay looked too startled ta me yah? Vith yer lips on hers... but.. ya be right. Nit yer fault yah? Lets jus go ta sleep yah? Tomorrow vill be ah butter day I dink. I am tired yah? Ya tired too."

With one trembling hand she undid her sword belt and then made to lie down...
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 Deverick sat on the bed next to her,and took her hands into his. " Blossom, Ye be me comrade in arms. We av shed blood ta gether en thatmeans we three a band o' Brothers. Right, ye be a woman,but ye get me meaning. I respect ye as a Warrior,And I be a lying dog,if I nay said I find ye pleasing ta me eyes. But....''

 Deverick really wished he had a Hogshead of ale about now. He was almost at a loss for words on this.

"We only knowed each other nay on a week,Lass. I know ye seem ta av feeling fer me,and I be right honored,but I....." Wishing for a barrel of ale,now. " I needs time fer such things. I'd rather have an Orc slice out me liver then cause harm ta ye,Blossom. Some lads would be taken advantage of ye and this, but I respect ye to much ta do such a thing.May Tritherion curse me if I ever do ye harm, willingly."

 Deverick felt like he was waist deep in a bog,and the more he spoke,the further he sank in the muck.

Blossom kept her head down and finally nodded.

"Very vell Borcarsen. Vee shall jus be comrades-in-arms. I vont ask any more of ya. Nor vill I be mad. I dank ya fer being honest. Vee vill be vhat vee vill be. Now it is late and vee must rest. Tomorrow vill be ah hard day. Vee need rest."

She nodded to the door "Go get Ovo. Its nay fair for him ta be ootside vhen he should be here."

As she lay down, she said "Vee of da north nay swear by Tritherion but by Kord."

 Deverick knew on some level, he had hurt Blossom, but he could not change who he was in such matters. He knew he had done the right thing in telling her what was what, yep, it was the right thing,, so then, why did he feel he had just done something awful.

He made a heavy sigh,and then got to his feet and walked to the door and looked out, then walked over and waved Ovo back into the room.
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Ovo came in carrying a pint of ale in a jug. The dwarf stopped and looked Deverick up and down before nodding.

"Suppose ye two nay came ta blows then. Are... are things settled n' done betwixt ye then?"

He looked over to Blossom but the maiden had already turned over.

"Hmmmm... Ye owe the barkeep five orbs. I twas mighty thirsty. N' I bought a round o' drinks. If ye need ah boat unloaded I made me some friends ta do it. Soon as I finish this 'ere jug I'll be sleep'n meself."

  Deverick looked at Ovo,and almost shrugged, but then slowly nodded. "Aye, things be settled between us. Now lets to bed,the morrow might be a long day."

 Deverick crawled into bed and tried to get to sleep. As much as he tried, sleep eluded him for a long time that night. Deverick kepy thinking about the card ready his aunt had done for him. Had he made the right decisions? He said a silent prayer to Tritherion,asking for guidance and wisdom to walk the right path.

Each time he closed his eyes Deverivk saw the card...

The third card held a picture of a beautiful woman with blue eyes and long blonde hair. In one hand she held a bloody dagger and in the other a bleeding heart..

Once he fell into a deeper sleep, the big warrior dreamt of a big blonde maiden who held not a dagger but broadsword but it was no less bloody for all that.

Finally Deverick was awoken by Ovo's rough hands.

"Come on ye big lug!" Ovo said, his smile taking the sting out of his words.

"Ren be up n' in a foul mood. He sits in the common room yonder." he hitched his thumb over his shoulder toward the door leading to the afore mentioned room.

As Deverick shook the sleep and cobwebs from his head he noticed Blossom's bunk as empty.

 Deverick awoke to the Dwarf shaking him. He still have  had those disturbing images from the dreams,but they quickly faded in the light of reality. Dev groaned and slowly went to a sitting position and rubbed his eyes. When he looked over and saw Blossom's empty bed, he felt a sudden pang of guilt.

 "Alright, alright, I be awake Ovo. Where be Blossom?"

 He said this as rolled out of the bed and got to his feet.

Ovo frowned "Babysitt'n Ren o' the Cups! Got up early she did. Don't know much more. Nay say'n much this morn."

He said with a shrug. The dwarf donned his helmet.

"Ye awright lad? all things considered. No sign o' the gnome... that be gud right?"

 The Warrior  walked over to the basin and pitcher on the night stand. He took the water pitcher and poured it's contents over his head into the basin. "Brrr, that be cold.
As  he wiped his head with a towel, he tried to explain things to Ovo.

"I av been better,that be th truth. I ad ta explain something ta Blossom,and I just hope she be alright."

 Deverick looked at his grimy shirt and pants and frowned. "I av ta get to me gear at th Guild as me spare shirt en pants be locked up in me back pack. Or I av ta go buy me some duds, somewhere, and bloody soon."

 He dressed quickly and after he slid into his boots, he looked at his mail,then decided to break his fast and speak with Ren without the armor.

Right,"let's go greet our hung over patron,Ovo." Out the door Deverick went.

Outside, the common room of the Selkie was sparse. Only a few dockworkers who had stopped by for a quick bite to eat and/ or a quick drink to set the mood for their day. Dead center of the room sat the Master Merchant and Blossom. The former looking worse for wear. Pale complexion and bags below both eyes could be clearly seen. Blossom was sitting up with her armor on and her hair braided once more. Her winged helmet sat at arms length from her. When she saw Deverick and Ovo she smiled slightly and nodded.

"Ho! Deverick and Ovo! Come! Join us for we have much to speak on." said Ren. "Blossom said you delievered my letter and saw me besides. I would hear all about it."

 Deverick walked over and sat down with the others. He waved to one of the servers, in the hopes of getting something to eat.

"Hail,Ren. Aye, I followed yer instructions ta th letter. I plan on goin back there ta get a response ta day. We thought we saw ye near the Casino,chased em inta a Weapon Merchant's tent. When we asked if she ad seen someone wit yer looks, she claimed ye or he where in her tent the day afore. Said he wanted ta buy a blade as a special gift fer the Lord Mayor."

"I got a Cleric o Pelor that asked me ta go av a chat with the Constable. I went and had a nice chat with er. Not a bad sort, I think she be loyal ta th city en all that. I kept me word and nay said anything bout ye,but she nay be a dull wit. She knew we where hired by your lot and we rescued someone. She said ta tell who ever be paying us, there had been a secret meeting o' you Oligarchs yesterday afternoon. It was to late ta get back er ta tell ye."

" Seems that piss pot o" a Deputy Constable be lookin fer me real bad. The one that runs th old city,I means. The Constable gave me a pass ta get me through the gates and it says not ta bother me. When I went through the gate ta get er, there was some hooded bastard that tried ta get the Watch ta hold me,but th letter from her nibs did its work. She thinks there be something rotten goin on en she nay trusts that Deputy Constable. I think that be it."

Ren raised his brows and perked up as Deverick told his tale.

"You met Derider! You lucky dog you! She's real easy on the eyes ain't she? Yet, I agree, I think she's on the right side and for Greyhawk."

Blossom tilted her head and raised her brows when Ren spoke about the Constable.

"I hate I  missed the Council meeting and it makes me wonder if my double made it in my stead? That he could get by the staff of the Wheel of Gold troubles me even more! I am well known by them and me them. How he got past them I have not a clue. Yes! I will send another letter with you telling them that I have not left this place. What think you all?"
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" Ye can do that,but Ovo had a goodly idea, We needs ta av a pass word tween us four. if we run into this doppelganger of yers, we need ta know, he be false."

 Deverick was hesitant to bring up the last point he had,but he felt very strongly about the matter.

" Now ye be our patron,and we in yer service,I get that. But ye where in your cups last night,and ye where worth nay spit . What if we needed ye fer something important? Ye be a high en mighty,an Oligargh while we be jus Mercs. All three O' us are up to our neck with ye in whatever be goin on. The ones doing it av may av high and mighties O' there own. We might bloody well need yer help sometime, or counsel.  Ye be like our captain,and we yer Soldiers in this here war O' the shadows. Here be me point,Sir..an with all respect, as to our agreement, if I sees ye in yer cups again afore this bloody mess be over, I will quit yer service and give ye back most o' yer coin. Tell me ta piss off, if ye a mind ta,but that be the way it be."

There seemed to be a war going on with Ren's countenance! A war between anger and respect. Finally, it seemed that respect won out!

"You are right Deverick... I was bored and felt... well alone but I shouldn't feel sorry for myself. Here you all are risking your lives while I sit idle. I swear by Olidammara, I shall never do such a thing again. Greyhawk needs me but so do you three. If I am to be your Captain then I will prove worthy of that honor, fore that is what it is. I ask your pardon, of each of you."

Ovo nodded. Blossom looked Deverick before answering.

 Deverick looked hard at the Half elf,as if trying to read the others thoughts. Finally, Deverick slowly nodded. " That be well said O' ye,Sir. Ye av me pardon,and I be sure ye be a worthy Captain."

 Deverick wanted to look at Blossom,but he had to remain focused on the matter at hand.

" Sir, Does anything come to yer mind,as far as a pass word we could use? Something simple and easy ta remember, but nay something someone could guess with ease."

Ren nodded his thanks and then raise his tankard!

"Just water!" he said with a wink.

The master merchant looked at the dwarf "That tis a good idea indeed. Now let me think... hmmmm... I know! Tell him this one word. Estrella! Now I can not explain further without divulging too much and breaking my word but I bet there are not many who know that name. Tell the mayor I gave the name onlt and said nothing more. Understand?"

He then gave Deverick a quizzical look "What word did you use to describe my double? I thought I heard something that sounded familiar but my head... well I am not at my best."

  The Warrior nodded. "Estrella, I be remembering that,I will. Ye want me ta see the Lord Mayor? I thought I was jus an errand boy, with the messages. But if I see his nibs, I be telling him that name. As fer wha yer twin brother be looking like, me mates saw em better then I ever did."

Deverick turned to regard Ovo and Blossom.

In reply to Deverick (msg # 174):

Ren smiled a sipped his water.

"No, you don't have to see the mayor unless he is there. Then it might be just to see his reaction to that name. He just might be an impostor too! And again you got me wrong you said something that was a name or word you used for my possible double.. Doddle... dodotagang... oh I don't know I didn't catch it but it sounded somewhat familiar. Are you all ready to travel to the High Quarter then?"

 "Aye, As soon as we break our fast, we will be heading out fer the High Quarter. I figure we go by way o' the Marsh gate,en that put us right inta th High Quarter. Anything else ye av need of our lot, ta do,Sir?"
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Ren snapped his fingers and said "By dam! IT just came to me... the word you mentioned. It was doppelganger! I heard tell of those creatures before but have yet to meet one. Maybe that's it! You're a genius Deverick... a dam doppelganger! That's how they're doing it. They are capturing the Oligarchs... oh well kidnapping them at least. Why not just outright kill us? The creature needs to be near us to read our thoughts... to steal our memories! If these creatures were able to get enough of us then... they could rule Greyhawk and none would be the wiser."

The merchant sat back in his chair and whistled.

"I've nay heard o' such before Ren. Wot do they look like?" Ovo queried.

Ren shook his head "Their true form... I do not know. Yet they are said to be able to take one's appearance, mimic one'd behaviors, even know one's memories." 

 Deverick was more interested in the eggs and porridge that was being sat on thier table by one of the Inn staff. But he did perk up,when Ren made mention of a doppelganger.

" I av heard tales of such creatures,told mostly around the hearth of a tavern,with a tankard of good ale and a good pipe. But I thought they jus be th ale speakin or fanciful tales. The beasties  be real? Bloody Hells, we got our hands full,that be fer sure."

 Deverick took a drink from his tankard.

"Eat up, we av places ta be this morn."

Ren nodded "From what I have heard... they are and it makes since. Or it could be experienced mages that may do the same with spells but knowing memories and such... well that is another matter. I woul at least pass along that that may be a possibility. Here is another letter for the mayor. Go on by the Green dragon Inn. the proprietor, Ricard, is a good friend but he also has an ear to the ground so to speak. If something is going on he may have news. You still have my ring right?"

He produced a bag of coins by the sound and the look of the weight of the pouch.

"There be a hundred orbs in this pouch. Use it as you need. Bribes, supplies, and/ or drinks at the Dragon Think of it as a bonus. You all deserve it."

Ovo and Blossom hurriedly ate and drank to be through...

 Deverick accepted the pouch of gold coins,and tied it to his belt. When Ren asked if he still had the ring.

"Aye, I still hav yer ring,sir. And we will go ta the Green Dragon Inn after we deliver this here message,and get the Lord Mayor's answer from yer first. And if it be fine with ye,I will drop a note ta th Constable bout yer idea of them Dop..Dope.... those things that change ow they look."

Deverick finsihed the last of his meal, taking some bread and wiping the plate clean,then popping it into his mouth to chew. He washed it down with the last of his ale. Dev go to his feet and headed for the room to gear up.

"I will be just a mo. mates. Gotta slide inta me second skin."

 Deverick accepted the pouch of gold coins,and tied it to his belt. When Ren asked if he still had the ring.

"Aye, I still hav yer ring,sir. And we will go ta the Green Dragon Inn after we deliver this here message,and get the Lord Mayor's answer from yer first. And if it be fine with ye,I will drop a note ta th Constable bout yer idea of them Dop..Dope.... those things that change ow they look."

Deverick finsihed the last of his meal, taking some bread and wiping the plate clean,then popping it into his mouth to chew. He washed it down with the last of his ale. Dev go to his feet and headed for the room to gear up.

"I will be just a mo. mates. Gotta slide inta me second skin."

 Once Deverick emerged from the room, garbed head to boot top in mail. He had on his kettle helmet over the cloth head cover and mail coif. His short sword and dagger where belted at his waist. Great sword rode upon the man's back, with the hilt protruding over his right shoulder.

 The three would exit the Inn and head for the Marsh Gate.

Walking into the Inn, Dev nodded to the one armed door man, as he located Ren, The trio headed over to where the Oligarch was located, and Deverick handed Ren the Lord Mayors reply. He removed his helmet and ran a hand over his sweating bald head.

"Three ales fer some thirsty patrons, Master Innkeeper,"

Dev took a seat and waved his two companions to do the same. “Greetins, Sir, We ava  tale ta tell ye this night. We got the reply from the Casino, then we went ta th Green Dragon ta talk with yer an Rikard. Rikard agreed ta talk with Ovo en me.We goes up th stairs, then we see this odd looking body in the hall with a dagger sticking out o' his back. Th door was open to Rikard's office with this dead beggar in front o' it."

Deverick looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to them before he went on.

" We hears a voice, but we sees nay one in the hall. This beggar appears garbed all in black and claims he be Turin Death stalker. He claimed the dead thing was looking like Rikard and runnin his Inn. It was a Doppelganger, it was. He claimed that he tricked it to revealing it was a fake en he chopped it.  He tells us two o’ these black cloak beggars be in the cellar holding Rikard prisoner. We went down and freed  em, after we chopped the two and here we be.

<Red>"Oh. there be more, The creatures seems ta be able ta read minds,and one o' the dead cloaks had the symbol o' some evil god on em. Do ye remember what it was Ovo?"
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Ren sat on the edge of his seat. The Master Merchant looked from one person to the next. Throughout Dev's story he nodded here and there.

"I wonder how many of these creatures are running around the city! Did you not say the one that took my image has been captured. Now another has been killed by Turin himself." finally, he asked.

"Turin killed two Ren." Ovo said. "He kilt the one that tried ta take 'is image. Then the one pretend'n ta be Ricard. N' that symbol be o' the god o' death Nerull. Ricard thinks that may want ta make him legit."

Ren cocked a brow "First Erythnul! Now Nerull! what if these cults are allying?"

"I have news as well... it seems an army may be moving against the city." Ren said and then quaffed his ale.

 Deverick nodded,as Ovo filled in on a couple facts he had overlooked. When Ren made mention of an army getting ready to attack Greyhawk, Deverick burst out laughing. It felt good to laugh.
When the barkeep set a cup of whiskey in front of Ovo and Ale for Blossom and Ren, He took a deep drink and then continued.

" I be askin yer pardon,Ren,Sir. But th idea o' an army attacking our city..well.. it would be madness ta try it. We av how many o' those bloody wizards en Cleric types in er? Not ta mention our walls and the braves lads that man em. It would be a slaughter,it would." He took another drink.

Ren wiped his mouth with a linen cloth and nodded "For the most part you have it right Deverick. I walls be nigh impregnable n' mages most puissant. Yet, think on this. What if the oligarch voted to open the gates to this army... mayhaps under the guise to use against her enemies. Now what if the Oligarchs were already in control of the guard and Watch. These troops would just be "extra" protection."

Ren set back "We now have thwarted the plans of... well whoever they are but we yet do not know how many of the Oligarchs have fallen victim to these creatures."

 Ren's words brought a sober expression to the face of Deverick. He drained the rest of his tankard,and waved over another. " Bloody Hells, I nay thought o' that. There could be scores. There must be a way ta tell who be he or one o' them things."

Deverick started to to think hard then. He wanted to help his city if he could.

"Wha bout that there Wizard College,Ren,Sir.  One o' those high en mighty types might know a way?"

Ren sat back and rubbed his chin and was quiet for a while. Alas he sighed.

"Otiluke, the President of the Society of Magi sits upon the Oligarchy. Ravel Dasinder is  Patriarch of Boccob is another. Both are quite experienced and both could be of help I'm thinking unless they be one of the creatures... how much do you trust Derider? Are you certain she is not one of these impostors? Now then Turin has already found out two of these things. if he could question Otiluke or Ravel then we could be certain of their identity and loyalty. Do you think you could find him?"

Ovo shook his head "Ye forget Turin be wanted fer murder whether we believe it or not. Those folks ye named mayhaps will think he's come fer them. Then we may jus have ah fight on our hands."

 Deverick nodded. "Aye, Ovo has a point,Sir. But then again, we av ta try ta do somthing ta detect these buggers. I don't know how ta find em, if he nay wants ta be found, he ain't found. Rikard seems ta have a connect with Deathstalker. Mayhap we can arrange fer him ta pass on a message to em fer a metting with ye,Sir. What do ye think?"

Ren nodded "That seems likely. Ricard is a good fellow and friend. See if he may put out a message for Turin. I wish you to take one more message to the Mayor. I want to meet with him and Derider if I can. Can you run one more message to them for me? I will write it down but want you all to accompany me when I do so. I would like to have a few extra swords at my back. We need to get the Oligarchy all on the same page if an army is indeed on the way to Greyhawk."

He sipped his ale and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand "As Deverick has pointed out... an army is of no concern it the gates remain close and the walls are defended. Yet, we must be sure of this. Besides I am tired of just sitting back and hiding. I need so action myself."

 The Warrior listened to the Ren,and had to admire the fact that the Oligarch did not lack for courage. " Aye,Sir. I think I be speaking for me mates, when I says, we will escort ye."

Ren smiled and nodded "Very well! I shall write out a missive for each. Deliever them and meet me here as my escort tomorrow. Then we shall all meet at the Wheel Of Gold. That would be the easiest and arrouse the least suspicions I'm thinking. You may all gamble a bit while you wait on me if you like. Yet, for this evening we should all rest and be ready for the morrow. Does that meet with your approval Deverick?

 After hearing Ren, Deverick nodded. " Aye, I could settle in here fer the evening. Got ta hone and oil me steel an armor. Damn shame there be nay bath tub in this place. I may even teach Ovo en Blossom how ta play knuckle bones."

 Said with a huge grin to his companions. He enjoyed gambling, but had no time for it,of late.

The dwarf smiled and nodded "I be know'n the game well 'nough lad. We may pass the time in such ah way. Blossom may yet be want'n ta throw the bones wi' us as well."

In reply to Deverick (msg # 193):

"ya throw bones?" the maiden said scowling! "Vat kinda game do ya use bones ta play? Sounds like ah fun game ta me... so long iff it nay my bones.Ya teach me Borcarsen yah? I vould luv ta learn."

 The respnses just caused the grin on Dev's lips to get bigger.

 "Oh, aye, I will show ye Blossum. It be a dice game with a brace o' dice made out o' knuckle bones. They av pips on em,and ye av...." And Deverick went on to explain the rules to throwing knuckle bones.

 He took his coin purse and spilled out a few onto the table and "Just" happened to have two knuckle bones on  him.

" Who ever be playin, put yer coins in th center o' the table. Ye be playin Ren,Sir?"

 Deverick bet twenty Orbs, then rolled the bones.

23:02, Today: Deverick rolled 9 using 2d6.  Knuckle Bone throw.
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Ren nodded vigorously "Aye! That I would! It has been way too long for me. I miss the Wheel of Gold."

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22:05, Today: The Oligarch rolled 6 using 2d6.  Knucklebones!

Ovo scowled when Dev placed twenty orbs in the middle of the table!

"Damye lad! Ye think we all be as rich as the Master Merchant here!" he said picking up the dice and letting them fly!

"Curse me!" he cried when the 3 came up!

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22:08, Today: Ovo Goldenshield rolled 3 using 2d6.  Knucklebones! .

Blossom watched the men and the dwarf roll. Dev's number was high to her mind but she merely laughed and tossed the dice!

"Must be beginners luck yah?" she said raking in the coins before her!

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22:11, Today: Blossom Ivarsen rolled 10 using 2d6.  Knucklebones! .

 Deverick watch Blossom win the pot. "Well, roast me liver, ye won,Blossom. Are ye sure ye never played knuckle bones afore,Lass?"

 Deverick slid another ten Orbs from his pile into the center of the table. He would wait to see who was playing to place their bets,and then threw them Bones to clatter across the table.

23:36, Today: Deverick rolled 6 using 2d6.  Knuckle Bones throw.
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Ren laughed and said "Either that or you are a rook M'lady. Oh well another ten orbs will nay matter!"

the merchant turned to Dev "Either we lose or split the pot eh?"

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18:56, Today: The Oligarch rolled 6 using 2d6.  Knucklebones! .

Ovo still sulking placed ten orbs inside the pool and snatched up the bones! He shook them and whispered "Mordain! Be with me!"

When his seven came up, clearly higher than the merchant and warrior, the dwarf smiled.

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19:00, Today: Ovo Goldenshield rolled 7 using 2d6.  Knucklebones! .

Blossom, still happy about being sixty orbs the richer picked up the bones.

"Dis be easy Borcarsen. I bet I'll vin n' ya will be beg'n me fer vahges!

But even as she rolled it the six came up. Causing the dwarf to cheer loudly!

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19:01, Today: Blossom Ivarsen rolled 6 using 2d6.  Knucklebones!.

 The game of knuckle bones when on into the eveing. A few tankards of ale latter. Deverick  a  stiffled a yawn.  He took the bones and rolled them one last time before he retired for the evening to their room.

21:07, Today: Deverick rolled 11 using 2d6+2.  Knuckle Bones throw.

Ovo laughed "I came ahway ah winner lad, though nay as much as ye. Yet, fifty orbs be nay bad."

The dwarf was tucking away his coin pouch while holding a full tankard of ale.

For once in a long time the maiden is also very happy! She came away with sixty orbs in profit.

"Ya vas da bib vinner tanight Borcarsen. Yet dat Knuclbones be fun. Only vun dat vas nay happy vas Ren! No vunder he has ah problem."

It was true, the Master Merchant had lost the most during the night. It was mostly his coin that filled all of their pouches.

"Hey! Mayhaps vee haff the coin ta hire dose men now?" Vot doo ya dink Borcarsen?"

" Aye, thats reminds me,Blossom. Ren,Sir,When we where at the Dragon we met these six lads that where recommended to me by a ...friend. We be wondering if ye have need o' more muscle?"

Ren now a little sullen himself quaffed his ale "I could always use good men Deverick. Are they your and your companions equal... both in skill and character then? I don't mind spending coin if the goods are worth it. Yet, being wasteful bothers me and I'm a businessman first and foremost."

  Deverick hesitated to answer Ren's questions, but answer he must,for they worked for the man.

"In truth, I don't know em at all. They  where referred ta me from a mutual friend o' mine. I spoke with em briefly at the Green Dragon. They av thier own weapons, but they lack mor ethen leather fer protection,Sir. Not a shield nor helmet counted among em. I just thought ye might be interested,so I mentioned it."

Ren looked over at Deverick with a cocked brow "No armor then? Well how many of these sellswords are they? It would seem a suit of chain would cost seventy five orbs. Depending on their number it may not be too costly. I could arrange them jobs with the merchant guard but then they would be at the guild's beck and call. What I was thinking, is keeping you three on retainer as my personal guards and emissaries if you three would consider this. If so, I may sponsor these new swords and place them under your command. Again, this would be for you all to consider."

 Dev rubbed his chin in thought. " Aye, it be something ta consider,but fer th near future,Sir. I think we should ta bed, and get an early start at cock crow."

Ren nodded "Fair enough Deverick! Besides you three have robbed me quite enough for tonight. Sleep well and be up early is well and good. I will have you deliver the missives to the Mayor and Derider in the morning and be back to escort me to The Wheel Of Gold by the afternoon. I trust you three. That and I am indebted to you. Fare thee well. Until the morrow."

 Deverick retired to their room,and assumed his companions would do likewise. He oiled his armor and weapons before he retired for the night.

Ovo sat besides Deverick giving his weapons and armor the same attention as the big warrior.

"Ye know lad... sooner or later we'll be face'n sum high n' mighties o' our own. Now then ye n' me were nearly done for in that cellar. Blossom wold 'ave spelled us but nay fer ye I'd be talk'n ta me ancestors right now. Wot I'm try'n ta say... we'd best be careful least we wind up dead. On the morrow we go forth on missions once more. I'd like ta think o' ah way to lure these creatures out in the open. Mayhaps we could be think'n on this."

Blossom did not spend as much time on her studded armor but her broadsword was in her hand and no doubt she held it in high esteem. She looked down the edge of it and nodded in satisfaction.

"I tink vee should use Ren as bait. Mayhaps dese tings vould try fer him ahgain. Mayhaps?"

 Deverick ran a wet stone over the edge of the Great Sword,making a rasping sound. " We had each other back in that cellar, Ovo. Ye would av been there fer me,so it all be good. As for what ye said bout the bastards we fought,aye. Those two where seasoned Warriors,nay green wet behind th ears recruits. Th only thing I can think of,be th hirin o' those six buggers we met at th Green Dragon. At least we would av some back up if those bastards have at us. "

Ovo chuckled and nodded "Especially if'n Ren will suit their arses wi' chain. I could spend coin for ah shield. Wot about ye two? We best give them ah small job or two at first. Jus ta see if'n we can trust 'em."

Blossom "I vill buy two shields Borcarsen if ya vill get da fourth. There be four ya? Vee vill double our numbers vee vill. Vot do ya dink of Ren's plan for us ta be his special agents. I vonder how much he vill pay us. Vee need more coin than jus common sellswords methinks."

"We av ta pay ten Orbs a head fer em ta join th guild. It nay be seemly fer us ta hire non Guild merc,and we being Guild. Alright. I will split th cost o' outfitting em,if Ren will pay em."

Ovo scowled at the mention of the Merc fees but finally nodded "Aye Gelbrun would nay like that n' he's been gud ta us 'e has. Well... I'll pay fer one... Blossom one... ye Devercik another n' Ren can pay fer the last. We be his men after all. He be pay'n fer their mail n' we'll pay fer their shields. That's sounds like ah gud split ta me."

Blossom nodded to the dwarf "Aye! I'll pay fer two shields n' one merc fee. Dat's gud! Ren n' ya boyz can pay fer da rest yah? Now vee should get sum sleep. Da morn'n vill cum ta quickly yah?"

Even as the three companions had settled down for the evening, a great commotion could be heard outside their door. Before anyone could react the door to their room began to rattle and shake. Within a few heartbeats it creak and then flew open followed by a huge gust of wind. The wind moved across the room... Deverick could swear it headed for the maiden!
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 With all of them talked out,and weary from the day's endeavors, they retired to their beds. Deverick blew out the last candle,and settled in for the night. Suddenly the door acted like it was being assaulted by a storming party. When it flew open by what seemed to be a gust of wind, Dev rolled out of the bed and latched into the hilt of the Great Sword leaning up against the wall by his bed. " Blossom,Ovo! Beware!!" He was in a classical fight stance without even thinking about it. His eyes darted around the room seeking an enemy,but there was only the wind. The Warrior was clad only in a loin cloth, but the Great Sword made his feel the better for  the having of it.

As the wind rushes in it or some unseen force bowls over Ovo as he stands up and sends him sprawling. Next, Blossom's blonde locks are blown backwards as she made a strike with her broadsword! Then she is hit as if by some unseen force! Almost like a fist of some savage ogre!

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13:32, Today: The Oligarch rolled 6 using 4d4.
13:31, Today: The Oligarch rolled 14 using 1d20.  Rolls of mystery!!!
13:29, Today: Blossom Ivarsen rolled 1 using 1d8.  Broadsword Damage.
13:28, Today: Blossom Ivarsen rolled 15 using 1d20.  Broadsword attack!

 Deverick did his best to determine where the thing might be and swung the great sword..and encountered....nothing.

14:55, Today: Deverick rolled 5 using 1d20+2.  Great Sword attack on.."thing".

Ovo picked himself groggily from the floor and shook his head as if to clear it. The dwarf grabbed his battle axe and swung it at where he thought the attacker to be. Yet, maybe he was still with a foggy mind or he misjudged his foe but the axe clove through air only...

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10:52, Today: Ovo Goldenshield rolled 6 using 1d20+3.  Ovo's Axe Attack.
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Blossom, still reeling from the solid blow alos swung a vicious backhand slash at the unseen attacker before her and like the dwarf did not feel her father's sword meet the foe...

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10:52, Today: Blossom Ivarsen rolled 12 using 1d20.  Broadsword attack!

The foe, though invisible, swung, clawed, or punched the maiden before it. The blow obviously connected as the maiden was flung backwards and her sword fell from nerveless fingers...

The unseen creature then lifted the unmoving barbarian from the floor...
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 The Warrior saw Blossom knocked prone and perhaps senseless. The "Thing" then lifted the Barbarian from the floor,its intent to escape with the woman,perhaps. Deverick felt a sudden white hot anger fill him with rage, at the thought of one of his comrades being captured. His battle cry burst forth as he aimed his Great Sword in low cuts towards the "things" "legs?" to avoid the chance of striking Blossom.

" Haarrrooo!!! Ye shall not have her!"

 His sword sang the song of battle in its movements.

 If possible, Deverick would interpose himself between the door and the "Thing"


12:28, Today: Deverick rolled 11 using 1d10+5.  Lysandros damage roll on "thin".
12:26, Today: Deverick rolled 12 using 1d20+2.  second attack on "thing".
12:26, Today: Deverick rolled 17 using 1d20+2.  Great Sword attack on.."thing".
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Ovo planted his feet and swung his axe in a wide arc but did not connect. However, on on a savage back-swing his axe bit into something! There was no cry of pain of even a thudding that usually sound when his axe drove home.

Yet the thing, whatever it was, blew past the dwarf sending him reeling off balance. The maiden still being carried by an invisible arm or arms...

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14:41, Today: Ovo Goldenshield rolled 8 using 1d8+5.  Axe Damage!
14:40, Today: Ovo Goldenshield rolled 22 using 1d20+3.  Ovo's Axe Attack #2.
14:40, Today: Ovo Goldenshield rolled 7 using 1d20+3.  Ovo's Axe Attack.

Even as Deverick placed himself in front of where the warrior thought the creature to be, he felt something... hand... fist... something flew within a finger-width of his face as it blew past the warrior!

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14:49, Today: The Oligarch rolled 7 using 1d20.  Rolls of mystery!!!

Dev can have one more swing before it is gone!

Dev is trying to block the door,it might get out,but he hopes he can prevent Blossom from leaving. Recall that Dev is rather large,and makes an excellent obstacle.

 The Warrior swing low again to avoid Blossom,he hoped to at least slow the thing down some. The Great Sword sang the song of steel in play.

 He swung and missed.

16:10, Today: Deverick rolled 7 using 1d20+2.  Attack roll on "Thing".
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 The thing was fast as a cat with its tail on fire. Deverick out of desperation when he missed, dropped the great sword and leaped at the  Whatever, using Blossom as a rough location of where her abductor might be. "Ahhhhhhh!"

17:40, Today: Deverick rolled 18 using 1d20.  Tackling the unseen critter.

Assuming it can be tackled.
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Deverick made a desperate leap but the creature carrying Blossom made it through the door with a whoosh of wind! The big warrior landed sprawling upon the tavern's hard wooden floor even as the dwarf rose to his feet and made ready to give chase after the would be kidnapper!

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Ren, aroused from his slumber, saw Blossom seemingly floating in the air and swung at where he thought the attacker might be with a mighty two-handed swing!

The creature, whatever it was, screeched loudly and the limp form of Blossom hit the floor!


OOC: 17:41, Today: The Oligarch rolled 12 using 1d10+2.  Ren's damage!
17:40, Today: The Oligarch rolled 15 using 1d20+2.  Ren's Attack!

The creature had exactly 12 hit points left which was what Ren needed to roll and he did it!

 Deverick knew almost from the time he left his feet, he was going to miss. He hit the floor with a loud "thud!". but rolled with it, being a veteran from many tavern brawl. The Warrior was on his feet at once, seeking an enemy,then ran over to Blossom and took her into his arms. " Blossum!.Are ye all right.Lass?"

Ovo came over with concern showing beneath his busy brows!

"How is she lad? N' wot was that thing that attacked us?"

He stood over the big warrior as he cradled the limp form of the maiden in his arms. His battle axe was held at the ready in case there was more of those things around whatever it was...

Ren stood by as well with a serious look upon his normally jovial face. The master merchant looked about him and saw the mostly drunken patrons standing about ralking among themselves.

"I have an idea but we should not talk out here... in the open. Blossom looks like she may need a cleric but the hour is late. She will be alright but she must have been the target. Let's go back to your room. I shall accompany you all and take my turn watching over her if you all would do me the honor of doing so?"

 Deverick nodded in response,to Ren's words. He carried Blossom back into their room and placed the woman in her bed. " The whore sons that did this ta her, be paying fer it in blood." Growled Deverick.

Ren and the dwarf followed the big warrior into the room and while Ren made the door fast once more, Ovo raced ahead of Deverick and made Blossom's bed ready for her.

"Ye got one more o' them potions lad? Mayhaps that would bring her to. It'd be worth the try methinks." he said with concern in his eyes.

Ren barricaded the door and then walked over where they were crowding around Blossom.

"That thing was summoned I'll wager. I've heard of such and once faced this very thing when I was in Urnst. They're named Invisible Stalkers. They may only be summoned by a mage or priest of some power. That it sought Blossom means she was the target and that it was trying to make away with her means whoever wanted the maiden... and wanted her alive it would seem."

 Deverick looked at Ovo, with a puzzled look on his face, for a moment, and then nodded. “Oh, aye!” The Warrior went to his pack and brought back the last of the three potions give to him by the Constable. Deverick lifted Blossom’s heads for support and attempted to give her some of the potion.

"Why would a Wizard want Blossom,anyway?

Blossom's eyes flitted open though she still looked like she needed rest, healing or both.

"Borcarsen? Vhat happened? Vhat vas dat ding?" she said.

"Take care lass! Rest yerself n' we'll seek ah healer soon 'nough." Ovo said to the maiden before he turned to Deverick. "We'd best stop by the temple o' Pelor. Mayhaps our friend there can help us heal Blossom?"

Ren shrugged at Dev's question.

"Maybe she has offended a mage or priest of some note... or maybe our foes have found our lair here and wished to strike at us. Why they would choose Blossom I know not? Maybe they thought her the weakest of us thereby the easiest to capture. Obviously they wanted her and wanted her alive. Maybe they wished to questioned ger to see how much she knows and was willing to tell."

 Deverick smiled down at Blossom when she woke up, and asked what had happened. “It be the God’s own blessings ye are able ta ask that question, Lass. Ye where attacked by a….” He looked to Ren then back to Blossom… “By an invisible skulker, says Ren. Now ye just drink this er potion o’ healing, and rest.” Deverick said with obvious concern in his voice and expression.

 When he had gotten Blossom to drink all the potion, Deverick covered her up with the blanket, like he was her mother or something. “I will go an fetch a Priest from those Pelor worshipers.”

Ovo shook his head "Nay by yerself lad. I'm cum'n too! Ren? Can ye do us the honor o' watch'n o'er the maiden while we be gone then?"

"We'd best seek out that Sulwyn fella. At least 'e be know'n us n' all."

Ren nodded gravely "It would be an honor. I shall keep her safe upon my life. You have my word on it."

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Deverick led his two companions, with the aid of Derider's warrant, through the gates and to the Sullen Selkie once more. As far as Dev could tell they were not followed. Once they were into the tavern proper, the party headed straight for the back room where Blossom still laid under her blankets. Ren rose as they came in, naked steel was across his lap and he gave the group a curt nod.

"She has rested peacefully since you've been gone. No more trouble either but the tapster's doorkeeper was injured as well when that thing broke in. I said I'd cover for his healing as well." the master merchant said as he laid eyes on Sulwyn.

"Can you heal both the girl and the keeper then? I will pay for both."

Sulwyn nodded "Aye! I can manage that I think. Yet, hold your coin. What I do I do for friendship and the good of Pelor. Nay for coin or greed. Now then... " he said moving to Blossom and kneeling beside the maiden.

"... that she sleeps soundly is a good sign. Now then... allow me a moment." Sulwyn said as he closed his eys and clasped the holy symbol about his neck.

He then lowered his head and prayed silently as he laid hands upon the Snow Barbarian. Soon her eyes flitted open and she gasped.

"My... sword! Bring me...my sword!" she croaked

 When Deverick heard Blossom ask for her blade, he looked around for it. Once he had located the sword, Dev took it and handed it hilt first to Blossom. "The danger be past,lass. We slew the thing that would have taken ye. Now ye must rest."

Blossom nodded and gave Deverick a weak but yet seemingly fierce smile before she closed her pale blue eyes. The sword still holding her broadsword.

Sulwyn looked to Deverick and the others and smiled "I think she will be fine. Pelor blessed me and her. What will you do now? Might I suggest going to the Constable? She might be able to provide protection, answers, or both. There is a spell that could protect you from such beings... those not of Oreth but I can not cast it today if I heal both she and the other. Derider is not only a Constable but priestess as well. Her spells have more power than mine at any rate."

 Deverick looked to Ren when Sulwyn spoke about telling the Constable about what happened. " That be not up to me,Sulwyn. This gent be in charge of this lot. He be  our patron, so he calls the tune."
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Ren pursed his lips in thought and rubbed his chin absently for a few breaths.

"Aye! I see no reason for her not to know. Could you do me a favor good priest? Have her meet us at the Wheel of Gold this very eve. I myself as well as these who follow me will be there. Derider could come as well. We would appreciate her counsel in fact."

He then turned to Deverick.

"If Blossom can travel, we should leave within the hour. As I said, I wish to stop by the Merchants and Traders' Union before meeting with the Mayor."

Sulwyn nodded "May I travel with your group. The streets are dangerous and I want to reach the temple with this news."

The priest then smiled at Dev "You may call upon me anytime friend Deverick. I hope I may do the same?"

   Deverick listened to the others speak, and agreed with Ren’s decision. “Aye, ye can call on me in most things, Sulwyn. “

 Deverick was expecting trouble on this journey to the Casino. Ren was coming out in the open since his rescue. Those that wanted him replaced might attempt such again, or attempt to silence him forever. Deverick had oiled and honed his weapons and armor the night before. So he was ready when they were.
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The next morning found Blossom up and already dressed for battle. Her studded leather armor and Valkyrie-like winged helm upon her golden locked head. She saluted Deverick with her father's sword.

"I'm ready Borcarsen. Vhate'er the day may bring." she said with a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Ovo also donned with geared for war, chuckled.

"Gud ya see ye full o' grit lass. Be nay so ready ta use yer father's sword. I'd like ah quiet trip fer once."

Ren walked in looking more like ah mercenary than a merchant prince himself.

"I thought a disguise might be in order. We'll pretend to be the priest's escort on the way to Pelor's temple. From there it is not far to The Wheel of Gold. We shall also be in the High Quarter where there will be more guards and aid if needed."

 The morning found Deverick up before the dawn. He donned his oiled mail,and Kettle helmet. The Great Sword "Big brother" and the short sword, "Little sister" where in scabbards upon his person. A smile came to the face of the warrior, upon seeing Blossom.

"Good ta see ye up and about,Lass. The Gods be smiling upon this day."

 When Ren spoke of his idea of having them "escort" the Priest, he nodded in approval.

"Right, let's be about it then. We be burning daylight." Said with a grin.
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