The Intelligence Service...

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Cynis
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(3/27/02 11:07 pm)
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Butcherblock Mts..
Dead of Night...

( * Cynis Finds Himself In a Rude encarpment made up of tents awaiting an audience with Keldyn Dunfire "infamous chief off the Butcherblock bandits*)


An array of well armed dwarves move noisily around a campfire shairing bawdy tales and ale...Most off it seems to be spilt on the grass however... Cynis paces impatienty as a burly one eyed dwarf hefting a wooden cudgel stands nearby menacingly.. After what seemed like an eternity the flaps to a particularly large tent opens and a dark cloaked dwarf with a drawn crossbow flanked by a few axemen.* Silence fills the camp*..
As he aproaches the torchlight the figure draws back his hood revealing piercing blue eyes and a grim face marked by various wicked scars. Cynis pales visibly as the figure aproaches and shouts in a deep tone...." I am Keldyn Dunfire...And you trespass upon the lands of the butcherblock bandits.. most feel our daggers upon their backs that get this far... Keldyn fiddles with the crossbow still aiming it directly at cynis... Cynis still somewhat pale steps foward as he clears his throath...
Lets not be hasty me friend... * cynis nose twitches slightly* Let me introduce meself...
I am Vaylen Underfern ... a Merchant from far off rivervale... Shall we say I have a bit of a proposition for you lad.. Keldyn Dunfire chuckles slightly tell me why i should send this bolt through yer shoulderblades and feed yer carcass to the basiliks.. Cynis interrupts.. Bahhh such things are not well for business, I am an asset me friend there is great wealth to be gained...* keldyns eyes spark with curiosty* tis better not be mad ramblings or i warn ye i'll slit yer throath meself curr..
Bring the halfling into me tent...* the dwarves grasp cynis by the hem of his tunic and pull him into the tent..A cold blue light illuminates the tent faintly outlining wicked scimitars,axes and sharp swords that rest on the soft earth..*keldyn is sitting in a large divan draining a golden decanter noisily*
Well halfling ye caught me interest you may speak..
(to be continued)s