<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Oi, Pachski! The waters. Wouldn't this put us near that old mansion?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Ah, yes. I'm not sure if you'd call it<em>near</em>, but the old mansion is across the lake yonder, behind the mists." He pointed towards the far side of the lake, whose shore was hidden by hazy mist, but now that he pointed it out one could just barely see - or perhaps imagine seeing - the outline of a grand old mansion sitting over on that side. "But going around the lake it's beyond Urgasburg, unless you find the rumored old jetty the former lord of the house supposedly used to cut across the lake directly by boat..."<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Master Pachski, how much longer before the bells of the clocktower toll?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"I'd reckon we have two hours, maybe a little bit more left - from here it's an hour to Urgasburg for my horses, on foot it'll take longer - but the trick isn't to get inside the city before the bells, it's to have enough spare time to reach the House of Feasting or the Silver Dawn shelter."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"I can't in good conscience charge you a partial fee for getting this far." Pachski rummaged under the driver's seat and produced an ornate silver-inlaid crossbow. "Me, I'm going to find my horses first and then see about fixing up the old coach. Feel free to come along, or if not, this is where we part and I hope you reach Urgasburg or the mansion safely, whichever way you choose to go... my lady, good sirs," he doffed an imaginary hat in Lydia's direction and started walking into the forest.