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(It is nightfall, and the party has assembled. They steal out of the city, unmolested by any. Viconia has her hood drawn close, and is wielding Crom Faeyr. Attalus is in full armor, carrying the sword Carsomyr with the Eye of Tyr gleaming in its pommel. Galadria carries only a simple staff, wearing a black silk mage robe. They are fully equipped with food and potions. Marching by night and sleeping by day, they finally, just at dusk, arrrive at what appears to be a le cave in the side of a green hill. Secretmaster and Skip check the area for traps and ambushes, finding none.
GALADRIA
Vickey, how did you find this place? It is not so far from where we found you.
VICONIA
Abbil, my brother Valen told me of it. It was here whence one of his war patrols departed to raid the surface world. I remember well when he came to me, to tell me of his disgust at the senseless carnage of children and women that the drow of his patrol performed. I felt that secret knowlege could be useful, I sought it out, and to here I ran in my escape. I was so naive, I felt that I could carve out a new life here. That oaf from the Flaming Fist that you dispatched was going to bring me in for a reward posted, a thousand for the death of any drow. I still wonder at your showing up and fighting for me like that.
GALADRIA
You can thank Attalus for that. He said that his paladin senses told him that you were all right, and that he couldn't let that racist have you.
(They take one last breath os surface air and plunge into the cave. Immediately, they are surrounded with darkness, and they pause for a minute to let their vision recover.
[ 01-05-2002: Message edited by: Galadria ]
[ 01-05-2002: Message edited by: Galadria ]
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