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This thread starts on Sprouting Grass / Egg 25, during the day after arriving at the Forest Keep, having recovered the remains of Dannobar.

The inn at the Forest Keep was more crowded than Belwar had ever seen it. It looked to him like they were also hard at work - and well on the way to - adding a second level to it. He had been thinking more and more lately that the Forest Keep seemed more like home to him than Eastwold had, especially since his father had died. He drank another quaff to his sire's memory.

There was a lot of talk and hammering and whatnot going on at the inn today. But under it all, Belwar thought that he detected a note that felt like mountains. He couldn't be sure whether it was a breath of air, or a scent or a sound amidst the cacophony of humans, or what. But there was a tremor - or a vitality that he sensed. As though the high plateau upon which the keep sat was quaking slightly. Or settling perhaps. Like the shivering feeling that one got on the eve before a battle, only deeper and more profound. It was a sensation that only a dwarf could appreciate. Very likely one that only a dwarf would be aware of.

There had been one day in Eastwold that Belwar had felt this sort of sensation, but that had been only once, and many years ago. The entire mountain's clans rejoiced then for a full week. The elders said that Moradin was walking the deepest tunnels under the mountain and he was happy. They had said that such an experience might come along once in your life, if you were lucky.

Belwar wasn?t sure why that memory surfaced so vividly today. When he tried to recapture the sensation, it was gone. But the recollections that it incited left Belwar happy. Right down to his axe.


The sun was clear of the treeline now and shone upon Belwar's face as he rounded the corner outside the inn. There were several women standing around the well that was outside the inn, pulling buckets of water up and chatting familiarly.

As Belwar passed the small arms shop he noted that there was now a small shiney anvil outside of it and a small new-looking forge as well. The arms shop owner - Pike - was there as was a young elf. The two seemed to be looking over a finely crafted spear head that Belwar thought looked very familliar to him. It was long and elegant...elven work he was sure.

Continuing on his way, and trying to reconcile in his mind where he might have seen that particular spear head, he noted that the heat from the forge was upon him from an unusually far distance. From several paces away, he felt as though he were working in it.

He was brought up short abruptly by the figure of an elf right in front of him as he rounded the next corner. The elf was fairly nondescript, as elves tended to be, and was dressed is a very utilitarian manner in shades of gray and olive. He seemed as surprised by Belwar's appearance as Belwar was by the elf's.

"Sorry." He said quickly. "I didn't mean to...OH!" He interrupted himself upon seeing Belwar. "Oh, you're Belwar, are you not? The warrior that has helped Corris so much? It was you that I came looking for." He looked expectantly at Belwar.


"Well," the young elf said. "All things can wait to one extent or another. But I've a need to talk with you on that red pendant that you wear. Corris wanted me to investigate it a bit, and I'd like to ask you some quesitons on it, and try to understand it's nature."

"It's not truly critical right now, but the longer we take we might find that we've more issue to unravel. Go on to the chaple if you like, but seek me out later. I should be back to the keep this afternoon."

He stepped aside as he spoke so as to allow Belwar the opportunity to move past him easily.


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