


: So you went there with those mercenaries?
: I did not come with them. Those are men and women who live in Old Owl Well, who were willing to lend me their swords.
: They have good hearts. Living there has made them tough, capable, and their knowledge of the mountain paths have made them invaluable as scouts.
: Yes, I thought perhaps by traveling there, my sword could make a difference, give the people living here some hope if Neverwinter itself could not protect them.
: I do not have faith in a city or a nation, but the people within it. The people of Old Owl Well - they know the truth of this.
: Neverwinter seems to have rallied their forces.
: It may seem such, but I felt that one man could make a difference.
: I want to talk to you more about why you went to Old Owl Well.

: There was a need for action, the need to set an example. To move Neverwinter to act is something beyond my strength.
: I am certain you noticed Neverwinter's reluctance to act. It is hard to ignore when one lives among them for long.

: I went alone, because I had to.
: Battling the tribes of the Old Owl Well is something that must be done. It is simple, a necessary act.

: There are battles that can be fought, and others that cannot. It is a difficult thing to speak of.
: I appreciate your words, and your intentions, but this is something that is difficult to share.
: Perhaps another time, when the words are easier to find.

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: You have even helped achieve resolution where before there were only doubts. And for that, I thank you.


: Can you tell me more about this?

: It was an impulsive decision, and not the correct one. There was no place in Neverwinter for me any longer.
: And the farther I traveled from Neverwinter's walls, the more I saw what harm was befalling people - such as those at Old Owl Well.
: What do you mean?
: I needed to travel to Old Owl Well to try and take direct action, to make a discernible difference in the lives of those who need it... and I feel there we may have succeeded.
: So for that, I thank you.
: Very well - then I shall speak no more about it.: Do you know Callum?
: {Firm, this isn't the actual reason, but it's what he tells himself} I know Callum, we were once friends. He is one of the Nine, and he serves Neverwinter loyally and well.
: Once friends?
: {A little quieter} Callum serves Neverwinter. And friendship cannot always survive such trials.
: There are few within Neverwinter who still consider me a friend, and even then, their service to Neverwinter comes first.
: He was willing to overlook your presence and protect you.
: {Firm, nodding} Yes, Callum is here with the Greycloaks. He is a good leader, supportive of his men, but driving them to be more when need be.
: {Cynical, but not harsh} But even the efforts here on behalf of Neverwinter have been spurred on only by the need to re-open the trade route to Yartar, not out of a sense of responsibility or a greater good.
: Casavir! Ophala said you had returned, I did not believe it.
: I should never have left, Mordren. You had only my safety in mind, but there are greater things that I should face.
: Have your vows robbed you of your sense?
: You endanger not only your life, but Ophala as well! Do you care so little for her that you would see Lord Piervall's rage fall upon you both?
: I intend to answer for it. Ophala committed no crime, and I am the only one who shall suffer.
: I will go to Lord Piervall, tell him the truth, and let punishment fall upon me as it should have. I will have no more blood shed for me this day.
: Casavir... you were always the stubborn one.
: The gates to Blacklake are closed... Lord Piervall cannot meet with you yet. But let me see what I can do, to smooth things with him before you meet.
: I will try to convince him again what happened was an accident. Until then, keep your head down and say nothing of your return to anyone else.
: I fear for not only your safety, but Ophala's. I will contact you again when I hear more.
{Exit Mordren}
: Who's the mark? Smells of nobility.
: A friend, who has already risked much for my sake.
: Looks like he has more to lose, if his purse is any indication. Might be worthwhile to pay his home a visit.
: It seems Lord Piervall has struck quicker than I thought. That can only mean...
: Ophala! We must go to her at once. If they struck at me, they may have harmed her.
{Casavir and the party leave for Moonstone Mask (?)}
: Good, you have come. I am afraid the news is not good, my friend.
: {indicating party} Who are these others you have brought?
: They can be trusted, Mordren. I fought with them in Old Owl Well.
: Very well. {Beat} Casavir, I met with Lord Piervall. It did not go well. He may not listen to you.
: Then that is a risk I must take.
: I fear he may threaten Ophala, if-
{Some thugs appear}
: Who are you? What do you want?
: Nothing, your lordship. We're just looking to have a talk with your temple-fearing friend there.
: We have a message... but we'll let our daggers speak for us.



: And you know what, there'd be a lot less misery in the world if everyone followed that simple rule. Either stand up and fight, or be prepared to suffer.
: That's a bleak outlook.
: What would have happened if you never fought for anything? Why, you wouldn't have come all this way.
: Seems to me there's a strength in that, something you can learn from - and so could those fool villagers in Ember.
). So here it is in text format.: Are you sure there wasn't anything special about that knife you gave to Marcus?
: {Irritated} Actually, you gave it to him, not me. {Slightly confused} But it's just an old skinning knife. At least, I think so.
: It's not worth much, that I can tell. But I guess beggars will take anything they can get their hands on for a few coppers.
: If you're lying to me, you're going to make me angry.
: {Slightly mocking} Now there's a scary thought. {Thinking} As for the knife...
: {Skeptical} It is easily concealable, if the kid needed to carry it to defend himself... or if he was attacked by a pelt golem, I guess he could skin it.
: And it's not magical.
: I don't think so. I mean, maybe - but it's not likely. It's just... mine.
: Where did you get it?
: [Influence: Success] Well, I got it in my home village - from one of the trappers who helped be my... 'mentor.' Though that's a loose definition.
: He gave it to me one night while he was drunk and told me to defend myself with it - so I stabbed him in the leg and made a run for it. Took him three days to track me down, and after that... well, we reached an agreement.
: After that, I kept it and used it to help him skin items. Used to hunt bears, wolves, and even creatures along the Mere.
: Is that how you became a ranger?
: I mostly learned how to track and hunt just from going hungry most of the time... and trying to stay away from my home village as much as possible.
: Coming from West Harbor, maybe you can sympathize. Seems to me you bolted out of there as fast as you could.
: I could care less (sic) what happens to West Harbor, it just seemed like the thing to do.
: I had a little more... feeling... than that about it, but your heart's in the right place.
: Sounds to me like it was time to move on... the same feeling hit me one day, and then there was no going back, ever.
: You must have really hated your home.
: Something you should know... growing up in West Harbor was probably a dream compared to other backwater villagers that are scraping by for a living.
: And whatever you learned there made you tough enough to face the world outside... you should count yourself lucky.
: Because for every West Harbor that spawns a hero, there's one that makes a hundred brigands, killers, and cowards. And then there's me.
: {Slight mockery, but serious} Who knows what I would have been? Not me. But I've got you to show me what could have been.
: I'm done with this talk... was there something else you wanted, or can I go back to what I was doing?

: Bishop. I was wondering when you'd drag your sorry carcass back to Port Llast.
: You waited for me... I'm touched. Then again, it's not like you could have tracked me down if you wanted to.
: If you have a problem with Bishop, I suggest you forget it while I'm here.
: Who's your new mistress, Bishop? I didn't think any woman could break you... but maybe you were lying about that, too.
: And maybe you just couldn't handle me. But enough about ancient history... I don't think I've properly introduced the two of you yet.
: That's the trouble when you're not fully an elf... and not fully a human. It's like you've always got something to prove.
: It's a good thing I have you instead of her.
: My thought exactly.
: Oh, this should be rich. Go on, Malin, tell all.

: First, I have a question for you - why is he with you? Loyalty isn't high on Bishop's list - and he doesn't help anyone.
: He helped us get through the Luskan border so we could rescue a friend.
: Ah... Luskans. Bishop hates them... it's the only genuine emotion I've ever seen from him.
: The things he's done to them at the border...
: You don't get it... by saying that, he's already got you. Until he's finished with you.
: Just be more careful than I was. Bishop doesn't serve anyone but himself, that's just who he is.

: Why do you care?
: Because he is a predator. Watch yourself - he is manipulative and dangerous.
: Very well. It is not my affair. I only felt... compelled to warn you. Forgive me.

: She's a scout who couldn't find her way north along the Sword Coast if she wanted to. And yeah, she's almost gotten me killed before.
: She said you've done some pretty horrible things.
: Why the sudden interest?
: Well then, forgive me if I don't engage in idle talk about my past, not my style.


: And which are you?


: Duncan does seem to talk a lot.
: Duncan sure does. Not a good one for keeping secrets, but he's always quick to call a debt when he wants.
: So what do you think we should do?
: Because it seems to me a law-abiding lady like yourself might just be asking for the sake of asking.
: And trust me, I'll respect you a lot more if you admit it now, then hear my advice and ignore it.
: [Success] Hmmm... true enough. I'm not one for following what everyone tells me, either.
: I think you should skip this whole trial and just try to kill the ambassador. That'll send a nice message to them about what you think of justice.



: I don't know, if it was an offer, what would you say?




: Ah, you warm my heart, you really do. I love that in a woman - mean and sharp-tongued.
: Ah, well, poor paladin - you win some, you lose some.