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![]() We happened to come upon a single solitary gravestone here," Turki points at the north-eastern edge of the dunes (H8). Extra limbs, third eyes, tumors - not natural things. Mostly we encountered wolves, though they had obviously been mutated by some sort of abomination. ![]() "We were traveling east through the dunes, hunting pests and creatures for the standing bounty. "I'll accept this rather poor payment, but I expect that this begin a friendship between us - a friendship with an ongoing dialogue of ideas, thoughts and even rumors." Turki slides the coins back into his pouch, takes a long drink from his mug, and begins his story. Turki eyes the coins with a bit of a scoff, thinks for a moment, and then sighs. What are you willing to pay?" The Innkeepers face turns to a scowl, as he slides back the same coins that Turki used to pay for his ale. "Where what?" "Where is this gravestone? What did you see?" Turki, leans back with a wry smile on his face. The innkeeper, looking pale at the thought of yet another danger lurking just beyond the city walls, pulls out a crude map and sets it down in front of Turki. But in Udro, there were too many strange things going on to ignore warning like this. In other parts of the world, most people would dismiss this as crazy talk or as an outright lie. "Yeah laugh now," he shouts towards the room, "but you just wait until that gravestone opens up!" Everyone goes silent. Turki glances about the room, with a scowl on his face. They melted in my hand." "What? Melted? What did you do, try and pick a fireplace?" The whole room bursts in laughter. "Tools! My lockpick, my pliers, all of it! They are all gone!" Turki replies. "What's your problem?" the innkeeper asks. He takes a big drink of ale, and resumes his colorful cursing in elvish. Turki stares hard at the Innkeeper, eyeing him, and then drop a few coins on the bar. ![]() This being the hub of civilization, I have a fine selection of wines available from all over the empire," the innkeeper responds sarcastically. "Haven't you got anything stronger than this horse piss?" Turki asks. The Innkeeper eyes him warily and whips out a mug of ale. Covered in dirt with a few scrapes and bruises, he takes a seat at the bar swearing under his breath in Elvish the whole time. Turki wanders into the local Inn, fresh from his recent exploration of the frontier.
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