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RocEter wrote:Foerde laughs. "Eame is bit far to travel for beer. Going to the Cuircaenen temple, I was attacked by some goblins and bandits on the road last night. Thought best to tell them warrior priests to expect some trouble, maybe they can help." He says.
''We could all use some help. Maybe you heard about what happened to the Longacres? Bad business. I thank Haelyn the Just that Gillie was saved."
He takes a seat at the table.
"You missed some excitement here last night. Goblins and bandits-- the same lot, probably, attacked the place. The big soldier, Gunnar, led us. Him and a northerner, Corum or something like that. Another fellow in the mix claimed to be the Huntsman! I don't know if I believe that, but some of the other men are convinced. One swears he saw him shooting lighting out of his arse to burn a nine-foot goblin. "
The red-faced barkeep laughs.
"I swear there's no rust in my brew."
A serving wench brings Foerde his beer.
Brennan adds, "Be careful of the elves. Aye, and while you're on the lookout for goblins and highwaymen, spare a glance east. A rider from Haes reports some kind of pirate raid from over the river. Damned easterners."
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
-from Moby Dick (Hermann Melville)