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Morguerat
The former knight closed the book, stoppered the ink, and put the inkwell and pen away with the ruler. He slipped the book back into his bundle. "I know little Master Larry, less than you even. I do not know where we are to go, but I feel a northward pull. In ages past there was a clan of dwarves near the far norther borders of this land. Elves are aloof and being caught between two dark forces are likely to sit still and destroy any that venture into their sylvan glades. The dwarves however if they are still there... May be happy to have allies against the threat of my... evil twin. Of the two threats to us, I feel he will be the easier to remove from power, or at least to contain. I don't know where we are, your flight lost all sense of direction I had in that shadowed land. You are right though, staying here will mean death, from one thing or another. The part your friends will play is partially up to you, If we can find a point of reference we can go back for them, until then, my suggestion is to travel northward until we can determine where we are."
Feeling the ground beneath his feet once more Morguerat concentrated, closing his eyes and silently called out to Helm, for a vision, for guidance, for a horse expecting a non-sensical answer from the god, but expecting it to bear a clue that would make sense in the future.
ooc the clan of dwarves was mentioned in the first LoF game during the buildup for the assault on Larry's tower, two strongholds sent warriors. (IIRC these strongholds are also where the Shadow Dwarves originally came from when they were enslaved by the Shadow Giants).
The horse he is trying to call is his former bonded mount Clonin, who did not descend into the underforums with the man that became Reaper
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