"What a strange group you have joined us up in! What is the matter with that halfling? Nym needs to be more careful. What was up with the look on her face? What are we up to after this..."
Beranhond only half listened to Tigrisclawu. He sometimes reached this level of bubbly energy and usually it resulted in him collapsing and napping for a few hours."I think we might head up to Waterdeep. I was also thinking of manufacturing some healing pendants or rings - that might be profitible and good service for a town lacking in healers."
"Profit? When have you been interested in profit. Didn't you say that profit was the tools of the ruler..." and Tigrisclawu was off again.
Beranhond, though surrounded by wererats and fighting, set his sword into his lap, pulled out the notebook Narath had given him and began to jot down notes about what he had found in the following room. Something else is going on here, these wererats are too well supplied, and the letters, priest clothes, and undead speak to something evil. Perhaps, he was closer to finding answers to Narath's queries. Or, perhaps I am deluding myself, and maybe there are more answers in the room beyond. After a moment he put his notebook away, carefully stood, and raised his sword and shield and waited for the next attack to begin.
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