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The Magistrate opens the door and announces the arrival of the Duke.
Moving to the head of table the Duke surveys the group that have come to help him and shakes his head in dismay.
"Welcome and thank you for your patience."
Then with a bit of a scowl, "I have noticed some of you are trying to spell cast. It will serve you little purpose in this room since the chandeliers are made from the crystal of Arimos, which absorbs all magic."
"I am offering five crowns a day with a bonus of a thousand crowns when the evil that plagues us is destroyed or put to rest."
The magistrate sets a tray of leather pouches on the table.
"This is an advance of two hundred crowns apiece."
"I also offer you full run of my armory and the kitchens to provide weapons and food for the trip." Looking at the ork, the Duke amends his statement, "I offer you a weeks worth of food, after that you will have to fend for yourselves. But you may take all the potable water you can carry. I suggest you arm and provision yourselves carefully since there is little around the Tombs to eat or drink. Thirst and hunger can kill you just as dead as a sword."
Gesturing to the Magistrate again, he watches as the man struggles to bring forward a huge wood stand on which are perched two crows. One is jet black in a way that makes you try to look deeper within. The other is bright white, almost painful to look upon for very long.
"This is Wit and Tiw. They will be my eyes and ears on this journey. If there is anything you need me to know or help that I may be able to offer, speak to them."
The black crow hops off its perch on to the table, lets out a caw and says, "You're all going to die, you're all going to die."
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