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"Let me..." he muses, then starts, realizing that several others were looking at him. "For sale I said. Not for rent. You can't rent a rumor, though roomers often rent. A rumor sold is a rumor gone, passed on from one to another for free because once free it has no value. I have prime quality, secret rumors for sale. Would you like to buy your own, or merely steal the young lady's?" |
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"I buys only when the mercha'ise is worthy of the price. I ain' seen or heard anythin' that'll give me reason to part with any coin. You've been paid, speak, you wants more, speak some more and quit your slimy ton'ued dance."
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Llewellen nods and from beneath his multicolored cloak withdraws a folding chair and in a single motion flips it open and sits. He replaces the orb on his fingertips and breathes deeply. "Let me see..." |
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Llewellen gazes into the small crystal ball for several minutes without speaking. Soon, forms begin to coalesce in its depths. The forms tighten into lithe dark-skinned figures. Llewellen looked up and stared Zaleena in the face for a long minute.
__________________"Drow, of course. Who else would have cause to bring such harm to the elves of Cormanthor wood? I'd not advise chasing into the Underdark after them of course. That's just a way to get into trouble. But... what do I know. I'm just the rumormonger." He looks around expectantly. "Anyone else?" |
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Jachob Snowfall tries to move past the man, seeking the mayor's office. He has wated enough time listening to this silly man.
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Draxxson stares at the bard and continues to thumb his axe. With a loud, "Hrmmmph", he stops his axe-thumbing and reaches into his pouch. With a quick flick, he sends a silver piece into the dirt at the showman's feet. "Alrig't. What's the cause o' this plague and how doe' it spread? Answer me tha', slipp'ry tongue."
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"You are most gracious, brother dwarf," Llewellen says as he stoops to extract the coin from its resting place. "A coin of the earth from a man of the earth." He tucks the coin away and resumes his position, holding his sphere aloft. "Let me see..."
__________________As before, a cascade of lights spin within the globe, dancing before your eyes. They begin to coalesce, then float apart again. This pattern repeats several times before the sparks fade from view, leaving the perfect crystal empty. Llewellen stares at the ball for a long minute before speaking. "One would conjecture..." he begins. "One would conjecture that its source is dark magic, come from their evil Queen. It spreads through contact, one being to another." |
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"Dark queen, magic. Clangeddin! - man who be this witch that be spreadin' this death?"
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Ariana struggles to decipher the meaning of all the common words spoken around her. She eyes the flamboyant stranger suspiciously and wonders why her fellow travelers are giving him coins.
__________________She watches the hocus pocus a little bemused until she hears two words that ALL in her clan understand in any language...."Drow" and "Underdark". She shutters a little as she puts the pieces of the conversation together and grabs Zaleena by the sleeve saying, "OH no! It is the Dark Ones, the Drow that spread this plague? Is that what this silly man is saying? Oh by Chauntea... this is no good!" She then steps forward and with much distaste in her mouth she utters the name, "Llolth?" It is a one word question directed at the bard and she feared what the answer would be. |
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"I...do not wish...anything...to do...with Lolth."
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Ariana confers with Zaleena and then steps forth with a copper. "Where...is... Sage? Elminster?" she asks the bard. Now that even more rumor proof has surfaced about the plague and the spider queen may be behind it, Ariana is more direct and almost demands an answer.
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Are ye sure of this bard? We all best be findin' the lord of this here town and get as much i'for'ation as we can. I'm never banded with the fair folk, but I see no rea'on why we cannay now.
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