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[h3][color=8493ca]Petragar Stoneweaver[/color][/h3][/center]
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Petragar gave a nod to the orc knight, offering her name as a brief introduction while they made their way to the high-end Gold Quarter. Another tall one, how fun, she thought to herself as they travelled. At least this one looked like he could handle himself in a fight. The Gold Quarter was not an unfamiliar place to her, though to walk the streets freely was. It had been a few decades since last she had been brought to these parts of the city on work of a drastically different kind. She swallowed a breath and pushed away the memories threatening to rise at the back of her mind. She wasn't that dwarf anymore.

Moving through Aelrod's estate, the dark dwarf kept her eyes peeled for ease of access, any side paths or routes one such as herself might be able to take to get around without detection. More information would surely help, though her best input would come when they got to the actual location of the kidnapping. Here, where there would be no tracks to trace or physical leads to follow, she would be of less use. Thus, she stayed back and observed.

The presence of a dark elf did not escape her and it took much control not to flinch as the other dark skinned being neared. Some past traumas were not as easy to get over as others. Once more shaking her head to chase away such thoughts, she arched a heavy brow at the mention of Helmlenfall. What little she knew of the dwarven fortress was that they were no strangers to trading outside their own walls. Perhaps it was the content of what Aelrod was trading? Textiles were not too rare a trade so why would anyone in Helmlenfall care so greatly? Her curiosity had been perked.

Petra had remained further back, leaning against the wall beside the entry of the room. Her eyes tried to keep up with the fluttering pages of the pink-haired elf's magical books and quickly decided this was a bad idea. Her head ached a little after only a few seconds and she took the time rather to case the room.[/color] "Could we see the contract? It may provide further insight as to whom would take such issue with textile trades, or at least to why."