Act I: Beneath the Rakers
And so it begins...
Two dwarves sit eating, their attention a quarter turned on the elfs, the other three quarters turned on the cowled stranger in the corner.
The cowled stranger made private notes to himself.
The elfs couldn't be bothered to care a whit for either.
Suddenly, the front door comes crashing open.
"Hey!" cries the serving girl, halting halfway to the dwarfs table with a platter of food and twin pints. "You'll pay for it, if'n ya break the door!"
A young elf stands there panting, his eyes wide, his sword in hand as he looks about. He sees - briefly - the other guests, but his head turned at the congregation of elfs sitting mid-room around twin tables.
"Lady Selene!" he nearly shouts in his discomfiture and surprise. "Milord Antonin - Ehlonna be praised!"
Antonin half stands, a look both stern and bemused upon his face.
"Myrrick, what are you doing here?" he asks the young scout. "Where's Rennar?"
Taking a moment to catch his breath, the younger elf at last replied, "Rennar's...well, he stayed behind. There's a horde of gobblers, Milord, half mile away. Rennar led them a merry chase, but they finally caught up to him."
"Make ready," Antonin said to the table. The scouts, and Lord Zenon's men, along with Zan stood up to ready weapons. Quickly tables were overturned. The ScoutLord turned to the other guests and said, "You may wish to make ready as well."
With no regard for any replies that might be forthcoming, he turned back to Myrrick, took him aside and said, "You're supposed to be in the heights..."
As he left the question hanging, another voice broke in and said, "Leave be, Uncle. Give him a moment to catch his breath."
Selene regarded her Uncle with a stern look, then smiled at Myrrick. "Hello, Corporal."
Myrrick grinned back, offered a slight bow and said, "Milady."
"You've a tale to tell?" she asked. As she did, another elf approached from behind, listening quietly. Myrrick frowned for a moment as Zan approached, but told his tale.
"Aye. Rennar and I were tracking in the heights north of the March when we found an old range leading down to a hidden dell. There was a small stream there, virgin water - pardon the expression - and a small tor with ruins atop. We circled it, found an entryway leading underground. We entered about, oh, thirty strides when two great booming voices asked who we were, and what we were doing there. Scarred the piss - er, right scared me, Lady."
"Two voices?" she asked.
"Aye, like magic," Myrrick nodded, and she grinned and nodded back.
"It probably was a magic mouth - did you see aught upon the walls?"
"No, lady," he replied. "We didn't have light - let our eyes adjust before entering. Didn't hear no steps, and didn't get attacked though. Later we did, hear steps, ran like hells out of the passage back into the light."
OOC: not done yet...