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It didn't take Allan long to realize what it was that the Eastwatch Rangers wanted silver weapons for. "They have good reason for wanting those kinds of weapons, Jarek." Allan spoke up then. "And they have equally good reason for not wanting to say why that is." Allan had played enough games of Werewolf as a child to know the harm a paranoid lynch mob could do. "You do make a good point about silver not being a good choice for scimitars or shortswords though." Allan turned to the rangers. "Then again, close combat against the quarry you intend to hunt isn't exactly a good choice in general."
Did Allan take the offered key from Torok?


Whoops. I knew I was forgetting something. Yes, yes he did.

Also, would Allan need to roll something to know that the Eastwatch Rangers are hunting werewolves, or can he know without a roll if I want him to?
After mulling over his options for a moment, Allan decided to make his way over to the two rangers bargaining with Jarek. There was no telling how long he'd have to wait until Blackhand came looking for Cass, and Allan didn't want to go to Olek completely clueless about what was going on. And so it was that the half elf found himself in front of Jarek's shop, browsing the various shopfront display pieces so as not to be blatantly obvious in the fact that he was eavesdropping on the conversation while waiting for a good time to join.
The overall geography is an ocean world dominated by a single continent, which is the result of a colossal tectonic collision in the geologic past. Because of this the continent is several times longer in one direction. Specifically, it resembles a 4000 kilometer long ribbon running from southwest to northeast (about as long as the diameter of Australia). Its width varies considerably at different places, from just a few dozen kilometers across to around 350 at its widest.

The interior of the landmass is mountainous, really the whole continent is a continuous range. The lower lands around them are mostly dense jungle, giving away to beaches of quartz sand at the coast. With all of these mountains and plenty of rainfall from the sea, the whole continent is lousy with creeks and rivers of varying size.


A faint yet fond smile played across Allan's lips as he turned away from the old man and turned back to the keep at large. He looked around to see if anyone he saw before was still about. As vaguely enlightening as his chat with Torok had been, Allan still wanted to find out why Blackhand had come to town.
As Torok took the coin, Allan considered what he had managed to sift from the old man's riddles. When Torok had spoken of a house that drank the life of people, Allan got the feeling that while it certainly wasn't completely reliable, it wasn't a complete fabrication of the beggar's delusions either. Allan made a note to be wary of any seemingly empty houses he came across. Torok had gone on then to speak of ravens with that same level of coherence. Allan wasn't entirely sure of what to make of that though. Possibly that someone was interfering in things that were best left alone, but Allan couldn't be certain. Finally, Torok had revealed a key he had chained to his neck, claiming that the ravens would want it and that it had something to do with where the dead went or came from. Something that Allan took to mean a cemetery, grave, or tomb. That interested Allan more than the other two tidbits. If these ravens Torok spoke of wanted his key, that meant they wanted to open something. And if they wanted to open something, that had to mean that there was something of value locked away somewhere. Something that Torok's key could open the way to.

"If you take it to them, will you share your reward with me? Old Torok can eat well many times, and maybe have a bath or two, if they are a straight deal."

It seemed that even Torok could notice when Allan's desire for wealth was taking hold of him. It didn't sound like that bothered the old man through, so long as the half elf was willing to share. "That would be fair enough." Allan said with an obliging nod. "I wouldn't have even known about the reward if you hadn't told me, after all."
It seemed that Torok was having one of his rambling riddle days today. Getting him talking on these days was the easy part, the hard part was figuring out just what it was that the madman meant by what he was saying. Allan didn't mind all that much though, guessing the riddles was a fun pastime and there were worse states the half elf could have found the old beggar in. States such as the episode of paranoia Torok seemed to be entering. Not wanting that to really get going, Allan rolled the silver coin off his fingers and onto the palm of his hand before addressing Torok with a reassuring tone. "Easy now, Torok. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm the nice person, remember?" Allan said. "And look here. I've got a nice, shiny silver coin for you." Allan then held the coin out for Torok to take.

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