Post by barakaguru on Oct 14, 2008 12:17:02 GMT -5
As the night draws late, a cloaked dwarf walks through Isinhold, making a beeline to the Griffon. He walks with heavy and sturdy footsteps (even for a dwarf), carrying on his back a tower shield of a quality so fine that one would be hard set to find better in all of Cormyr. His hood hangs low as he walks in to see Kale.
The stout lifts his eyes a moment from under the hood, a silent greeting. He then reaches into his cloak, momentarily revealing a flash of mithril platemail in the flickering firelight, and pulls forth a small scroll. Handing it to Kale, he says, "Make sure this'ere gits t'Master Hawkrune, will ye, good Kale?"
Kale nods silently in understanding.
The dwarf drops a couple of Lions onto the bar and turns on his heavy boot, not looking to any of the other patrons, and briskly walks out the door.
*PM sent to Kelric Hawkrune*
The stout lifts his eyes a moment from under the hood, a silent greeting. He then reaches into his cloak, momentarily revealing a flash of mithril platemail in the flickering firelight, and pulls forth a small scroll. Handing it to Kale, he says, "Make sure this'ere gits t'Master Hawkrune, will ye, good Kale?"
Kale nods silently in understanding.
The dwarf drops a couple of Lions onto the bar and turns on his heavy boot, not looking to any of the other patrons, and briskly walks out the door.
*PM sent to Kelric Hawkrune*