"Perhaps the tales are true and perhaps not. The world is filled with many strange things." Thorgan said. "If it be a quiet place then we will find some good rest then. But I fear their lack of what other cities have is due to what has been going on in this part of the lands. Remember that Morgan seems to be raiding and killing and collecting bodies. That would put a damper on any city." Indeed when they reached one of the city's gates they were usuered inside and the gates closed and barred.<br/><br/>'Tis good that you have come when you did." one of the guards spoke up. "There be trouble about and we have had orders to make sure the gates are shut and locked." The man looked frightened and looked back towards the gate. "Make sure that it is double secured. Roust the night guards and they best be alert tonight." he yelled back at the gate.<br/><br/>As they proceeded within the city and got directions to the Inn, Lotharan could not help but notice the absence of people on the streets. "They all seem afraid and are locking themselves in their homes." he commented. When they did reach the Inn it to was quiet with a few guests in the tavern part of it. Lotharn asked the Bartender. "The city does not seem to be as active as it should. Be there no sailors from the ships and merchants from abroad?"<br/><br/>"No ship has set anchor here in over a week. Not since the strange goings on. People disapearing to the north of us, talk of undead wandering about." He shook his head, "These be bad times good Elf, bad times."<br/><br/>"We will be in need of rooms for all of us." Thorgan said. "Also we look for the city's archives where things of note over its history would be written down."<br/><br/>"Ah the Hall of Records be the place you seek, good sir." he looked at the group. "What be you all looking for."<br/><br/>Thorgan smiled, "An individual that might have taken ship here long ago. A dwarf from the mountain kingdom to the north of here. We hope to find a record of him taking passage."<br/><br/>"A dwarf ye say. One that left here a long time ago you say. Now why would ye be looking for that. Some one of recent times I can see, but not from the past."<br/><br/>"He be one that I would like to track down." Flagdon said. "He was of my kind and we are in search of him. That is all that needs to be said."<br/><br/>"Ah I meant no disrespect sir Dwarf. But all know of the legend of the Bald Dwarf. He was a mighty warrior that came here after the Undead War. He fought the Pirates of Shim when they tried to take the city for their own. He is a hero of our past."<br/><br/>"Ye know of him?" Fagdon asked surprised. "Bald Dwarf?"<br/><br/>The Bartender chuckled, "Indeed Master Dwarf. He had no hair at all upon him. Seems some wizard's spell went arry, and cause all of his hair to fall out and not grow back. Perhaps that is why he took ship after he fought the pirates and headed out to sea. I know how you dwarfs covent you hair and beards. Perhaps he sought a cure for it. It is said there is a group of islands out there, to the south shrouded in a mist. It is said that there was a group of druids there. Mayhap he went there to find a cure."