Kachina - Dwarven Tent<br/><strong>"You venomous witch! I'll have you know my beard would grow back, but I'd like to see you ply your disgusting trade without teeth!"</strong>, the braided dwarf threw back, ready to fight. A few of his fellows place hands upon him, not wanting such a show.<br/><strong>"If you know the culprit to be a dwarf, then point him out here. None of us have seen another of our kind for quite a time now. Maybe we were too eager, hoping you had something. But now even I'm beginning to doubt your claim."</strong>, the leathered one speaks, trying to drown out his contentious ally's shouting.<strong>"No true dwarf I know would steal in such a barbarous way, let alone something belonging to his kin."</strong><br/>The older dwarf seems perturbed by the excited commotion. He tries to speak up over his fellows, mostly in vain,<strong>"By the fathers hammer! Our break is nearly over. Everyone just calm down, there's work to be done if we are to make our deadline."</strong><br/><hr/>Sigmund - Rosewater Estate<br/><strong>"Sounds familiar..."</strong>, she speaks under her breath, running her finger over the index until she finds the page number. Flipping through the book, she happens upon the section.<br/><strong>"Ah, a black paste used as poison. Causes wounds not to heal. Woundweal is the culprit... Magic can fix it, it just may take a few tries. I'm sure the Priestess Lilay is capable of such power, so you're in luck."</strong>, she explains, almost dissapointed to find the answer so quickly.