If it were from a reliable source, or there were some proof - virtually every settlement within a weeks travel would want to hear of this.

OOC: If only we had proof or were reliable!

Well, if people forked out money to strangers for information with no proof, they wouldn't have money for long...

So... To Reeshov, or somewhere else? Are you going to get off the boat (the grimlocks just did).

I guess we go to Reeshov then.

Reeshov has only one issue - every entrance is heavily trapped. The escaped slaves take their security *very* seriously, and won't risk mind flayer agents entering the city.

Would those Grimlocks let us tag along?

Ask them :p

Schnickle called out after the grimlocks. "Excuse me! Know you how enter we might this fine city of yours?"

"The location and entries to the city are well-guarded. How do I know you are not carrying the seed of a devourer's mind within you?
What business have you entering Reeshov?"

(Grimlocks and several other species refer to mind flayers as devourers).

Schnickle took note of the Grimlock's terminology. "Information we have of devourers. New cult there will be."

"A new cult is grave news, and we will certaintly relay word - but I do not believe it is grounds to allow you within the city. We do not trust anyone at all until they have lived six generations in the city. Only those who are permanantly settling may enter, and they are not taught the way through the traps until they are trusted."

Schnickle nodded. Svirfnebli knew well the valued of security. "Understanding I am... Know you of tasks that need doing, work of the adventuring kind?"

"Reeshov deals with it's problems... internally. There may be others who need help about - the minotaurs in the labyrinth have been stirred up unusually, the reason for our visit there. Some sort of magical device has been uncovered, and they are all fighting over it. Doesn't appear to threaten our home, however, so we are returning there."

Schnickle waved. "Fare well may your city."

The little gnome returned to the boat, and turned to the others. "Where to go should we next?" he inquired.

Deepwalker replies, You are the one who knows about the area.  Choose a destination that will help our cause.

OOC: I am? D'oh! Since when do svirfneblins do the leading? :(

Schnickle shrugged. "Labyrinth the next stop is, I guess."

"Very well" says Coveras, and the ship sails onwards.

OOC: Everyone gets a day unit.

"We have arrived - it is a short march to the labyrinth, and once there you should be able to find the minotaurs easily."

Schnickle nodded to Caveras. "Thanks to you."

The trip to the labyrinth takes another day of travel.

You know you have arrived when the tunnel you are travelling through begins to branch out. The rock is practically honeycombed with passageways, and every part looks like every other part.

"A labyrinth indeed. How do you suppose we announce our presense in a way that does not label us as lunch?" The problem had been worrying her on the whole trip, and she'd yet to come up with a suitable idea...

"Announce one's presence one does not. Sneak and listen and keep eyes open we must."

Deepwalker replies, Sounds like how a coward does things.  Simply hold yourself with confidence and present yourself honestly.  That's how you announce youeself.

Schnickle muttered, slowly trying to imitate Deepwalker's human language style. "That is how you get killed."

"Come on, you two. Minotaurs respect strength, but they tend to show their respect for a worthy adversary by strangling you with their bare hands. Let's see if we can find some - then we can try talking to them."