<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=58849.msg3429630#msg3429630">Quote from: NobleWolf on 07-08-2010, 10:49:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Zev and Sigmund - Streets of Stingard<br/>The two men hadn't walked more than two blocks before nearly walking past the man they were looking for. The lieutenant was accompanied by ten well armed and outfitted men. Morglum himself had on  a full set of platemail, visor raised to properly see the city streets. One would think the eleven men had just come back from a military campaign, though in this case they very may well be marching into one.<br/><strong>"Another one? You have a lot of friends adventurer, though this one is at least dressed. I'm off to take care of the giant problem. The boy that was serving in the tavern is still in there, we don't know his condition. "</strong>, the orc-blooded man speaks, directing his attention to Sigmund. He had received rest, but from the look of his gear he might need it.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Sigmund had paused when he saw two squads worth of men heading for the tavern. Easily he identified their leader, Morglum, as they had met enough times that the cleric could recognize the half-orc's face. With a glance back to Marks, he guestured in the direction the Lieutenant had been marching and joined the company's pace and heading even if Marks did not.<strong>"I take it she was not as peaceful this morning,"</strong>Sigmund added grimly. That's right, the serving boy had seen him interracting with the giant and may not have had the sense to stay quiet. Or maybe had even been so bold as to try to engage in conversation himself.