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Post by The Sergeant / Alisha on Mar 23, 2018 11:41:49 GMT
A raven perches on a bench outside the Ettin. Evening has fallen. She watches customers come and go, counting them as them do, until her lays eyes on a man, his clothes dirty, his hear disheveled, his beard grown out. The mans lingers outside the Ettin, but not entering. "This man," Things the Raven, and she flies above the human, releasing the note given to her, before flying back north on the cool wind.
A small object falls in front of Val, drawing his eyes from the door of the Ettin, to his feet. Opens it and slowly reads,
"The Voyage of the Daring Dart. Thus far we have landed at a island to the East, inhabited by humanoids, a proud Rodent-folk. The island was home Dwarven-kin hundreds of years hence. The Rodent-folk inhabitants directed us to their capital, a city far north of Port First, but along the very same coast line. It is from here we send this She-Raven. Minotaur share this city, at least to port from their large ship. A large warband of goblin kind roam between this capital and Daring making travel as the wolf runs, dangerous, as well as the sea."
The last paragraph is in a language Val cannot read. None the less he posts it to the notice board of the Ettin, before leaving and making his way out and toward the Library.
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