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Dietrich sat as patiently as he could, waiting with only his eyebrows showing anything of his inner thoughts, as adventurers spoke over one another and answered questions that had already been asked or answere - it amused the mayor, even as it exasperated his chamberlain, and the one-eyed Reiklander raised one large hand as Marguerite finished speaking.

"We have no Elves to speak of in the Reikwald, Herr Dawi," spake Dietrich to Burundi, "at least not that I know of," he leant forward slightly and with a conspiratorial whisper said "but you never really know, not with Elves."

"Now I do believe the remainder of your questions can be answered by yourselves, and I suggest you hurry outside and proceed with what I am certain shall be an easy task for a group of such skill. You shall each be paid upon return but..." his hand went into a drawer beneath his desk, withdrawing pouches filled with two-hundred golden coin exactly, each being placed on the desk before the group, "let this be a small incentive, of course our tardy Bretonnian need not take one if he sees fit."


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It was just past noon when the group returned to the sunlit town, citizens watching them warily, for it was not often that a group of such assortment and exotic leanings came to their patch of earth, a wagon indeed present in the main square and awaiting their arrival.

It was none other than Johann Cartman (yes, that was his family name, what of it?) Now with a thoroughly empty wagon, and a smile as wide as a half-moon on his face when he realised just who he would be transporting, a smile that may just as easily fade when he discovered [i]why[/i] he would be doing so.

Tied to the rear of the wagon were a train of donkeys, each one packed with supplies, enough food and water there to last the party a good week in the wilds, the last two of six beasts loaded with tents, roll mats and other camp assortments.

It would appear that Dietrich was as good as his word, and knew that they would accept his offer before even they did.

"Ho' Master Brunde, I see you have some friends with you this time?" He called, giving a small wave of an optimistic hand, "this is exciting."


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Wheels creaked and Bretonnian horses snorted, dogs running about four strong legs, and hushed speech taking place as the wagon rolled unevenly away from the cleared land around the burg of Schartenfeld and into the shadowy treeline of the Reikwald proper...

It was unlikely that anyone saw the eye watching, eyes that sooner or later they would not doubt look into face-to-face.