Kestrel
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Post by Kestrel on Sept 17, 2019 16:30:40 GMT
“Sundabar? Never been there.”
The half-elf leaned forward, cupping his chin into his hands and sighing. He stared wistfully up into the starry night. Was he unaware of the past war? Or simply so far removed from the horrors of it? Hard to tell, but his voice remained chipper and he grinned again.
“I’d love to get out of Waterdeep someday. See the world a bit. Maybe even have an adventure or two, y’know? Kriben doesn’t like the idea, but I think he needs to leave that stuffy ol' job of his and have some real fun!”
Zyril sighed again.
“I bet you have some cool stories, huh?”
The lone metal door was just that – a door made of what appeared to be a single piece of wrought iron reinforced with rivets and bands of steel. Sturdy, to say the least, and something that no ordinary Waterdhavian blacksmith could have made. In fact, the metalwork would be vaguely familiar to Kara: it was unmistakably dwarven. The door was bare except for a mark inscribed near the top, what looked to be a bird of prey with a gem at its chest. There was also no visible lock or even handle on the outside.
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Post by moralhazard on Sept 17, 2019 16:42:30 GMT
History check on the door: TzQYZRUh1d201d20
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