[ZONE 8]

"You couldn'a come at a better time!"
FIRST ENCOUNTER
They were not alone.

Owyn's pulse quickened as he saw the lone figure approach; but when it became apparent they were not being attacked, he relaxed a bit, squinted slightly in an attempt to see who was about to join them.

MCCANNUR: It's an awful mess from 'ere on out. Wyverns have come in from over the mountains and have singed things up a bit. If we'd 'adn't been beating back flames this past few weeks, we'd been through a month sooner! I doon't know 'ow many roads are passable at this stage. What kin o' yourn that come and 'elped us clear out the mess in the mine left as soon as word reached us that fires were approaching Elvandar.

GORATH: Where did the Wyverns come from?

MCCANNUR: Whar else, lad? The Northlands! Some new bastard moredhel leader I hear harassing your kinfolk. I 'ope you 'aven t any kits in 'arms way.

GORATH: No... What of the Moredhel?

MCCANNUR: A few as what 'ad the nerve to cross over from the Moraelin 'ave already got themselves skewered, though I know that the Prince Calin has been on the frontier looking for others. The biggest concern as yet is to put out the flames and get 'elp to those as got trapped behind it all.

PRINCE CALIN

GORATH: Prince Calin leads? What of Warleader Tomas?

MCCANNUR: Poor news indeed. Three days ago, Tomas led a band o' elves to stem raiders what 'ad come from over the river near Moraelin. They beat the raiders back arights, but in the melee the Warlord took a thrust to 'is side with a tainted blade. They 'ad to carry 'im back to Elvandar, though I understand it wasn't without a struggle. Tomas wanted to stay, but word was carried back to Aglaranna of his condition and that was then end of that. Prince Calin assumed control of the patrols at that point and I ken 'e's still up near the north eastern fringe of the forest carving up moredhel.

GORATH: Does the Warleader yet live?

MCCANNUR: That lad 'as ever been a fighter, and tenacious one at that. Sooner 'e'll let them cut a leg off than succumb to this poison. I wouldna worry. I think it took your kin for a turn though, seeing Tomas fall. I've never eard of it 'appening in the fifteen years 'e's been with your folk.

CLEAR ROADS

GORATH: We are required in Elvandar quickly. You mentioned fires?

MCCANNUR: Extinguished now, though not without a fair portion o' foot stomping and bucket carrying! I thought for a while the whole forest might become all one ferocious blaze, but Tathar and the rest of Queen Aglarana's Spellweavers managed to put a 'alt to that business.

GORATH: Then we should have no difficulty returning to Elvandar.

MCCANNUR: I don't know I would exactly say that. There's still a fair number of those Wyverns flappin' about the forest, though Tathar's been working night and day to bring the blighters down. Even taught Prince Calin a little bit of spellcraft what can bend the will of those cantankerous lizards, but I understand it still 'asn't put an 'alt to the raids.

GORATH: What of the dwarves?

MCCANNUR: Oh we've volunteered a few men, but as you elves don't much like outsiders in your realm, we've respected your borders. King Dolgan did send a few volunteers to 'elp out the Elf Queen, but the lot o' them took a terrible weariness once they entered the forest and could go na further. They musta fell afoul of one o' your fabled sleeping glades.

CALDARA

OWYN: If we may face Wyverns, it might be wise if we had our armor repaired. Are there any armorcrafters in Caldara?

MCCANNUR: Are there any leaves in Elvandar? You've gone daft! A course there are armorcrafters in Caldara! You don't 'ave to go all that way though. I can repair it for a few gold, and if ya watch cloose, you might even learn a bit about the craft of repairing armor. Does a hundred sovereigns suit you?

YES (enough) YES (not enough) NO
OWYN: Suits me just fine. What do we need to do?

MCCANNUR: Well, lad, I'd be much obliged if you'd remove any armor you might have on under that tunic of yours and if your elf friend will do the same, we will get to work. Now just watch what I do...

OWYN: Someone told me once a few dents in the armor can actually be beneficial. Something about them catching blows that would ordinary scrape along the surface and into the chinks? Makes some sort of sense when you think about it, I suppose... Maybe it would be a good idea to make armor so that it already has bumps, facets! If it already had them built in, then the armor... You're already finished?

MCCANNUR: Aye, finished. You'll find your armor is in as good a condition as it can be lad, though I daresay you'd 'ave learned a great deal moore if you spent moore time listening and less time talking.

OWYN: Sorry, but we don't have enough with us to cover the cost.

MCCANNUR: Well you'll not find another armorsmith as 'andy as I am with a 'ammer. When you 'ave time and the mooney, I'll be out and about in the area. I've got quite a few errands to run now the Cadal's been reopened.

OWYN: Don't mind if we check everyone else's prices first, do you?

MCCANNUR: That's your right I suppose, but I'm the best there is this side o' the Grey Towers. Be it on your own 'ead if a moredhel sinks his sword up to the haft through your innards.

SECOND ENCOUNTER
They were not alone.

Gorath's pulse quickened as he saw the lone figure approach; but when it became apparent they were not being attacked, he relaxed a bit, squinted slightly in an attempt to see who was about to join them.

MCCANNUR: Another pair of eyes and arms and 'ope fully a brain betwixt! I'm glad to see the fires haven't burnt the two of ya to a crisp! We may need some 'elp with the folks up North. An elf printer came by ere not more than an few eyeblinks ago and said that Prince Calin and his escorts were set upon by Wyverns. As yet the young Prince may have survived, but three of the Warleader's men are struck dead and the Warleader Tomas 'as been poisoned by moredhel arrow!

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