PROLOGUE - Silvui Dalcan
Silvui thought it over carefully as he continued eating. He hadn't expected some local herbalist to have known how to fix his problem anyway, else he wouldn't be in this frozen Hell, so hearing Sten's confirmation of his suspicions wasn't nearly the blow it might have been otherwise.
Goblins active in the area, that sounded bad. This Thamior could be a lead though, wizards liked to keep tabs on each other, right? No, this was too good an opportunity to pass up, a little extra danger be damned. No little green anklebiter was getting between him and a cure, not after everything he'd gone through to get here.
His mind made up, he swallowed the mouthful of soup he'd been working on while he thought things over. "Don't worry about your man not being able to help. Like I said, it sounds to me like the kind of thing you need a specialist for, no disrespect to Thamior of course, I'm sure he'll be able to point me the right way at least," he said, pausing to finish off his meal before continuing.
"So you get a third guard for the trip to this Barrow's Edge, and in return I get safe passage as well and an introduction to this Thamior fellow? Sounds like a fair trade to me. You wouldn't happen to have a crossbow I could borrow for the trip, would you? I'm not a terrible shot, but I wasn't expecting a whole lot of trouble, so I've only got this on me, and a couple other nasty tricks I've picked up here and there." He explained, pulling his coat open enough to reveal the sheathed dagger, wickedly sharp, resting on his hip.
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 10:22, Sat 19 June 2021.