The sounds of Chastely voice with his unyielding questions covers the sound of metal as you adjust your sitting position.<strong>"Excellent, I am sure we can come up with a suitable match. I am sure the people of the fort will enjoy the show. Do you require anything to prepare for it, or to recover from your ordeal?"</strong>He pauses for a moment, awaiting your response, then remembers you had other questions.<strong>"Certainly, I shall have accommodation provided for you, and I believe Captain Rosed is in her quarters, you can ask anyone for direction to there once you have refreshed yourself. Just knock at her door and state your intentions. I am sure she will have time to see you,"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"As for the rest of this island, we have the hated dark elves against whom we are in a constant battle. Between us is the Cliff Nest, where the bird folk dwell. They act as our scouts for us, warning us of approaching drow and other monsters. Occasionally however our enemies bribe them into acting for them, but they always see the folly of their choice soon enough. To the north of here there is a forest inhabited by elves and halflings, as well as a few humans. They keep to themselves, but are grateful for the protection we offer them. Further on you have the island of the gnomes and dwarves. They are removed from us, but they have called upon our assistance before. They are good at making boats and other contraptions, but they must naturally stay in the shallow waters. West from there on the northern coast you also have the goblins. Nasty creatures, they stay in their own lands and no one wants to go there,"</strong>Chastley counts off the other factions on the island, scowling at the mention of the drow, but smiling, like a parent does to a child when the others come into question. The goblins receive merely a dismissive sniff.