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A falcon flies low, delivering another parchment to the man skulking in the shadows. He opens it, quickly scanning the words as a vicious grin splits his craggy face. He draws a quill and ink well from his pouch and hastily pens his reply: Sir or Madam, I am in town as of now, in view of the tavern...

He halts as he sees the drunken man weave out of the tavern, slinking back into the shelter of the shadows. Eyes narrowing, he realizes he has seen that man before...he is one of the ones he spoke with, regarding the wench. His hollow eyes narrowing even more, he recalls that day, when the drunken m...

Still sheltered in the woods, he turns his empty eyes towards the sky as a dove circles closer. The dove lands and he takes the parchment opens it and reads If you're still seeking Fayne, she can be found on the workshop right now. She's also seeking an Erlorn to give him bags. Maybe you can use tha...

The seeker walks quickly through the east gate of Trollsbane, looking left and right sharply, searching for her. His failure to find her yesterday left him boiling in rage. He mutters under his breath " She shouldn't be this hard to find!" He takes a deep breath, it wouldn't do to lose hi...