Interesting; This information may yet prove of great use to us. If they are looking to stow away in a cargo hold on the lightning rail, apprehension may not even be necessary. Either way; The next stop from here would be Fairhaven; Charter an airship and get there – Report in via the Sivis stones if they arrive. Call in the Iron Rose to assist you canvasing the train… a group like theirs should be easy to spot.
… but why? These men are mine. This wasn’t part of our deal. I told them nothing more about you than had they listened to local rumour. I won’t end up like Cune: He was a street thug. I’ll live to fight another day and to take back what is mine. It may not be today, or tomorrow, but you’ll rue this day Gabriel.
My limbs! I can move them! To stretch an arm… to move my toes. These gifts I now recognise as what they are. Truly I am indebted to many, and I must find a method to repay each. How odd… It appears that there is fluid leaking from my eyes… Hopefully only a temporary side effect of the surgeries.
Where is that delightful halfling? If I return without water, I’ll catch a flogging. That’ll teach me to put all of my eggs into someone else’s basket. Probably shouldn’t have spent yesterday at the gambling hall or I wouldn’t be in this bind right now. Still, if my luck were better, I could afford to just buy at a higher price and not have to worry. Lot of good that noble’s wretched belt buckle did – I couldn’t catch a break all evening.
Soon, great mistress. The wheels are in motion. Soon you will stand at my side and we will receive all that we deserve. The Mabaran ritual shards are nearly all recovered – Two more and that which we seek will be close at hand.
The effort it excruciating. The distance so great. Will I perish in this place? Varda; We must make sense of this or it will be more than I who meet our ends prematurely. Our only real hope has not yet sent word?
Progress goes well, my lord. We are well on schedule. This workforce is sufficient, though weak. We lost a score to a swordstorm two days hence, and once they fall they do not arise again. How fair Sabre and Dao in their pursuit? Should they require, I believe our scouts number more than are needed here and a company could be dispatched to assist in the effort, at your direction of course.
Two-finger John is not yet ready to die. Chair number eleven lies ahead, what with the future yet to come. Nothing of importance has your skin crawling, as the last sentence you saw sat down once more. A late horse was always the second best. sigh Nothingness sees the sun.
Interesting. I know those men; I’ve seen them at The Church Of Vol many times. How strange that they meet with such secrecy with Cune’s boys… I know a certain someone who I’m sure would throw me a silver or two for overhearing that unlikely meeting. Let me see… here. Not comfortable in the least, but let’s see what this is about. Alright… they appear to be coordinating efforts to… surely not… That would be suicide!
I know very well Mazazahal how long it has been. Yes, I know you really liked that one, but I can’t see why; Of the lot of them, that one was the least likeable I thought. Very well, but we really mustn’t leave until we hear of what has happened, whether by reply or obituary. Ha! That’s rich coming from you! If I’m morbid, I suppose you’re The Devourer himself? I thought not. Now knock it off! The quill is moving again.
So the trail has gone cold for you both. This will not do; Baron Merrix will be attending this facility in the coming weeks, and will want news of Cygni’s search and recovery… Well this is why you were hired: If you’re certain she’s not in Karnath, then find out where she IS and go there. How should I know if it’s connected to the disappearances in Valenar? Of course you’d think they’re connected, that way it’s not only elves getting snatched in the night. Off with you – I was led to believe that the efficacy of House Thurrani was not a matter of opinion but one of fact – You are not helping the solidity of that belief.
No, I’m completely serious. Lieutenant Lyn Runehammer here in Passage. I know, what are the odds. We met up last night. I think he remembered my face, but nothing more. Right? Chances are good he’ll swing past this way – he knows where we’re staying, more or less.