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Ludendorf, Lamordia.<br />
December 10, 756.<br />
D<br />
ruinor d'Yantra stepped out of the<br />
carriage, adjusting the slight crumples<br />
on his shirt. His suit exuded<br />
sophistication, a bit uncommon for<br />
someone thirty-two years of age. He was also<br />
meticulous about his brown hair, usually tied to a<br />
neat ponytail, but this time he left it hanging<br />
untied. Without thinking he pulled out a small<br />
piece of folded parchment from his coat pocket<br />
and re-read the unusual note written within.<br />
MIDWAY HAVEN:<br />
I AM INGRID HUNTSCHWEILLER, A SEAMSTRESS. A MAN<br />
CLAIMING TO BE A MONK ENTERED MY SCHOOL AND TOOK UP<br />
RESIDENCE IN ONE OF THE BUILDING'S UPPER ROOMS. HIS<br />
MIND SEEMS TO BE DELUDED, YET HE CLAIMS EVERYTHING<br />
HE "SAW" WAS REAL.<br />
MY STUDENTS HAVE TEMPORARILY TAKEN LEAVE. PEOPLE<br />
ON THE STREET ARE TALKING. I COULD FEEL THE KARGAT<br />
WATCHING ME ALL THE TIME. I HAVE NO ONE ELSE TO TURN<br />
TO BUT YOU. PLEASE COME IMMEDIATELY.<br />
HUNTSCHWEILLER WEAVING SCHOOL<br />
115 KRUEGSTADT STREET<br />
LUDENDORF<br />
Letting out an indifferent sigh he<br />
shoved back the paper into his pocket. It was his<br />
first time to be in Ludendorf, and he already<br />
hated being here. The weather was freezing cold,<br />
he had a tight travel budget, and he had more<br />
important things to do back in the Observatory.<br />
Kruegstadt Street was a bit far from the<br />
city center, seven miles away from the main port.<br />
Except for the imposing white building in front<br />
of Druinor, it could have looked like any other<br />
cramped, cobblestone walkway in any other city.<br />
Already the ground was wet with melted snow,<br />
and little flakes began to fall on this dank, cloudy<br />
autumn morning.<br />
Druinor looked up to the white building<br />
and easily spotted the numbers "115" on the<br />
ornately carved chestnut door. "Well, this the<br />
place," he concluded, putting up a gloved hand to<br />
rub his goatee, "you might as well come out<br />
now."<br />
"Hold on a moment," replied a clear<br />
feminine voice from the carriage, "let me fix my<br />
hood."<br />
A tiny smirk formed on Druinor's face<br />
as he turned back around. "How many times<br />
must I tell you, you don't need the hood. Nobody<br />
would notice you. There's no wind, the weather's<br />
fine," he lied further, "and besides I want<br />
everybody to see how lovely you look."<br />
A slender woman wrapped in a black<br />
coat emerged from the carriage. Maegan<br />
Rumwall stood two inches shorter than Druinor,<br />
with white skin and hair so black it almost gave a<br />
hint of blue. Her features were angular, a<br />
heritage from her elfin father, but her eyes were<br />
large blue orbs, a gift from her human mother.<br />
"You, my dear sir, are becoming a master of<br />
flattery."<br />
"And you, my lady, are more than<br />
worthy of receiving such." he mused. Druinor<br />
took her hand as she alighted from their fifteenhour<br />
ride from Vallaki, in Barovia. "I think it's a<br />
welcome sight to finally see some snow,"<br />
remarked Maegan, looking up to the gray,<br />
overcast skies overhead, then looking back to<br />
Druinor, "the weather back south bores me."<br />
"I'm sure the snowflakes will be loads<br />
of fun for you, but you know what Thuri says:<br />
business first before pleasure." He quickly gave<br />
Maegan a quick smack on the cheek, a strand of<br />
his brown hair blown to his face by a slight<br />
breeze.<br />
Maegan raised an eyebrow. "Quite so,"<br />
she replied, "who passed on the note to you,<br />
anyway?"<br />
Retrieving the parchment back from the<br />
depths of his coat pocket Druinor gave a slight<br />
shrug. "I don't know," he replied, "Dermott<br />
handed it to me. Said it came from one of the<br />
patrons in the Goat Bar."<br />
"The Goat Bar," Maegan smiled slightly<br />
as she took the note Druinor handed to her,<br />
"what a rowdy place to get a drink in." She<br />
unfolded the paper and briefly scanned the<br />
etchings written on it. "I can't believe you can<br />
will yourself to actually go there night after night<br />
and still come back with your sanity intact."<br />
Druinor shrugged again as she handed<br />
the note back to him. "Personally I think it's a<br />
good social habit. You get to meet a whole lot of<br />
people from a wide array of backgrou--"<br />
"Oh don't get me started with the<br />
people," Maegan interrupted, giggling with a<br />
smile that Druinor loved so much, "and, yes,<br />
they come from different backgrounds alright.