<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=179073.msg8751799#msg8751799">Quote from: EroticFantasyAuthor on 16-08-2013, 09:00:11</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He would step over to the bar, removing his heavy gauntlets as he did so. They were placed atop the bar before he reached up to take the notes with his right hand. He spent several moments going over them, reading through them before returning them to atop the bar. <strong>"Seems those men did indeed hav' evil intentions in thar hearts"</strong> He raised a brow at the suggestion of keeping it the notes hidden <strong>"Shouldna we inform our comrades? What be yeh reason fer wantin' ta keep this a secret?"</strong><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The elven woman shakes her head softly, tracing long, slender fingers across the black ink and creased paper.  "This one with the signet ring," she shrugs, "we've not a clue who that is, nor what crimes these men had committed b'fore.  Horse thievery notwithstandin'.  What of the labormen of our own expedition..?  Or even the other conscripted?  We know very little of them, nor what debts they owe, or what gods they serve."<br/><br/>Shrugging, she studies the smeared, water-dappled ink at the end, 'In His name'.  "And what 'name,' hm?  Firing the villages was intentional.  Who's to say they didn't have a line on us as well?"