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Turning from the weredragon, D'Aleen addresses the knight.
"You are correct sir knight, that the source of the evil is not here but lies to the north. I do not wish to veer you from your course or from following the guides. They led you in the right direction. But I beg you to skirt the woods to the north of the village. There is a disturbance there that even the trees will not speak of and I fear for everyone's safety travelling that route."
Rising gracefully D'Aleen makes her way to the serving girl and accepts a tankard of cidar with a grateful smile. Letting her glance slide over the assembled group she lets her spirits raise a little knowing there is strength and heart with this crew. Murmuring a pray for their safety she suddenly realizes that the orcs are missing.
"Pray, someone should unbolt the door and check upon your comrades outside. The task ahead of you will be hard enough without losing valuable members."
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You've been a naughty boy....go to my room!
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