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An elfess sits at a small table in Runewick's tavern and takes turns writing on various parchments, some of which seem to have barely room for more than a few words. She looks thoughtfully at the parchments spread out in front of her and leans back a little. As her gaze wanders around the room, it l...

With a smile on her lips, she packs away the small parchment, which had been sent to her by a carrier pigeon shortly before. "At this rate of travel, he'll be here in about 14 days," she thinks to herself. When he was still young, he often couldn't move fast enough, but now that he has rea...

It has now been over 6 weeks since she sent the master a message via pigeon that she had arrived at the agreed location. Since then she had hardly met anyone in Runewick who cared about the values Runewick obviously stood for. There were people claiming to run the town, but they seemed weak and list...

Lor Angur, 14.Bras 72 "To the provinces of all places!" she hissed quietly after she had left Cartaphilus' room and closed the door. It was that time again, he had informed her that another change of location was imminent and, as always, asked her to travel ahead to prepare for his arrival...