"Yes, that sounds a fine idea. But where do we progress from here? There my be information at my family's personal library on our estate but that may cause problems given the current arms race and my leaving with the family sword."

Brenna, quite far from her homelands, thought she heard of a temple to Moradin in the area and prays silently to Moradin in the hopes he will guide her to it.

"I know nothing of this sunken city nor do I know what books are contained within your family's library.  If we need to find the sword, then let us go there first, I am most certain that Moradin will help to guide us towards that end.  Every warrior knows that his weapon, regardless if it is steel or the mind that the correct one must be selected to win any battle."

"The caravan may seem like a likely choice but then word of our departure or our inquiries will get back to the magistrate and the city that we seek to leave.  I know we will serve our time, despite the heavy handedness with which the law seems to move its weight but I think a quieter departure would be better."

Ladron brightens up.
"If you guys want to get out of town quietly, or in a hurry, that's my specialty.  Quietly, we sneak out of the windows of the inn in the middle of the night and make for the woods for at least two days.  Most search parties lose interest after thier last warm meal becomes fertilizer.  If you want a hurry, I could arrange for transport, free of charge.  Don't knock it, riding's easier than walking and it cuts down on the horses available for the posse.  And if you want to come back this way, don't worry, memory and wanted posters fade after a couple months.

"I beileve heading towards the elves sounds the best plan. Besides, I could learn a bit more about Gregor Venyrth from the elves as he did back them after the dark invasion and lost much because of it."

Joseph thinks for a moment, "But I do not wish to force my own opinions on anyone."

Brenna, looking directly at Ladron, says ,"We are not, repeat, not taking/borrowing any transportation.  We will not be sneaking out of any windows either.  When I leave the inn, it will be in front of all to see BUT I am not going to make a spectacle of myself as I do just that, walk out.  Imagine that we leave and the inn keeper or someone notices that we did not in fact, go to work the next day.  Anyone who asked him would say they saw us go up butnever come down.  Too much to notice in such a little place as this.

As for the plainsmen or the elves, I truly am not sure 'bout either of them.  I think Hildebrand be the best way of it, as I am told it is much bigger and would have more information or at least more likely to have more to look at."

She closes the last strap on her backpack, and slinging it over her shoulder, moves around a bit, feeling the weight and making sure it does not unbalance her as she moves.  Satisfied, she takes it off and puts it just a few steps away from the door.

Her Mordenkrad Hammer, almost her height at just over four feet, had a dull shine to it as she secured the length of silk, braided rope to her wrist.  She looks to Ladron and her pack every now and then, wondering if the little cutpurse might be thinking of going through it.  Neverrr she thinks in her head...no thief would mess with a messenger of Moradin, Hells no, they'd no better to mess with a dwarf!  She smiles and listens to the rest of the group talking.

Luke: "It's a fair question.  Everything I know about this comes from an Oracle of Heironeous.  She's someone I used to know and trust when I lived in Shattered Bridge.  Then I left and became, I guess, an adventurer.  A while ago I was in Brix and talked to a church official there, and I learned that she had become an Oracle.  Since then, I've seen her a few times -- just a few -- in dreams and visions.  They feel different from regular dreams because . . . well, maybe you'd know what it's like since you're a cleric, though I don't know if Moradin has Oracles or sends you dreams or anything.

"Part of the reason I feel like I can trust these visions, like I'm not just going crazy, is that I have a little bit of a connection to Heironeous myself.  Nowhere near as powerful as you or Thir, but I can do a little healing magic by the grace of Heironeous.  Actually, I used that on Thir the other day, when we were in a tight spot against the spiders.  The point is, I have pretty good reason to believe what I'm seeing.

"And something connected to Heironeous just, I guess, feels different than some spirit trying to trick me.  Or it did last time, anyway.  I was talking to this dryad and I guess it read my mind and showed me a vision that was supposed to look like my old friend who became the Oracle.  And then the real Oracle blasted in there and took over, and it was just . . . not the same thing at all, you know?

"Anyway, I don't really talk about this stuff much, but that's why I'm looking for this weapon."

"I'll go whichever way you wish Luke because as I told you before, you have my sword arm for as long as you have need of it."