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Malakar sits and watches the area for 3 hours, then slips off into a trance for the rest of the night.

Now morning, Malakar stretches as he pulls out of his trance, and stands up, looking around for the others.

Just as the spell ends, Tsaroth gets his and Keenan's stuffout of the xtra dmensional space, and climbs down. A full load of battle spells, and a good nights rest.

Still deep in his practice, he sees some people getting up, and walking around. He eyed them curiously, but continued with his practice.

Malakar pulls out a few map scrolls and begins looking over them. He spots Tsaroth and calls him over.

Propping himself up against the wall, Grozny slowly dozes off into a rumbling slumber.

Next morning. Waking to find himself surrounded by those from the night before, Grozny pulls himself, and procedes to check his axe to make sure its still in good order, and turning Malakar, "You willing to act without nearly getting us shot today?"

Captain tycho wrote:Malakar pulls out a few map scrolls and begins looking over them. He spots Tsaroth and calls him over.

"What do you need?" Tsaroth says in elven

"I need you to look over these maps." says Malakar to Tsaroth in elven.

He observed Tsaroth come down the rope. And he had his things with him. Should thank him for it...
He did a few more swings, and walked over to him, and the other elf, still in his trousers, and dripping with sweat from practice.
"What's that?" he pointed at the map.

Tsaroth looks over the maps, noticing prominent locations. They were local maps, with the inn in the center, with known Kobald enclaves and camps scattered throughout.

Dahak wrote:He observed Tsaroth come down the rope. And he had his things with him. Should thank him for it...
He did a few more swings, and walked over to him, and the other elf, still in his trousers, and dripping with sweat from practice.
"What's that?" he pointed at the map.

Malakar glanced up briefly at Keenan, then looked back at his map. "I have no idea..I purchased these scrolls a few days ago from a small vendor. They're in a language I don't understand."

Dahak wrote:He observed Tsaroth come down the rope. And he had his things with him. Should thank him for it...
He did a few more swings, and walked over to him, and the other elf, still in his trousers, and dripping with sweat from practice.
"What's that?" he pointed at the map.

"A map of the area... While Malakar was a little... nutty...last night, his maps are accurate"

Captain tycho wrote:

Dahak wrote:He observed Tsaroth come down the rope. And he had his things with him. Should thank him for it...
He did a few more swings, and walked over to him, and the other elf, still in his trousers, and dripping with sweat from practice.
"What's that?" he pointed at the map.

Malakar glanced up briefly at Keenan, then looked back at his map. "I have no idea..I purchased these scrolls a few days ago from a small vendor. They're in a language I don't understand."

OOC) We will assume they are in Gnomish

Alyrium Denryle wrote:Tsaroth looks over the maps, noticing prominent locations. They were local maps, with the inn in the center, with known Kobald enclaves and camps scattered throughout.

Malakar looks strangely up at Tsaroth. "What do you mean? I see a city map."

He slightly leaned on his sword, and looked down on the map. "Anything interesting then?"

Then you need help... I speak the language...

Alyrium Denryle wrote:Then you need help... I speak the language...

"What language is this? It's not Draconic, or any other I vaguely recongize."

Trudging over to the group, "You could atleast be so kind as to answer me Elf. Now what are talking about, and try and talk in a language we can all understand."

A Big Flying Fish wrote:Trudging over to the group, "You could atleast be so kind as to answer me Elf. Now what are talking about, and try and talk in a language we can all understand."

Sorry, I occasionally slip into my native tounge

+They were speaking in common!+

Malakar rubs his head and mutters. "What the hell is going on with me..."

"Just try to keep those of us not so gifted in speech informed. Now whats on this here map?"

A Big Flying Fish wrote:"Just try to keep those of us not so gifted in speech informed. Now whats on this here map?"

"Well...I can't tell one way or another. It LOOKS like a city map to me, but then again, Tsaroth is the smarter one."

"Some map. But they don't seem to be able to read. Call me when you know something useful, guys."
He walked towards his stuff, took some water from a bucket, and cleansed himself a bit, flexed his body a few timesbefore he put on his clothes and armor.

Malakar squinted. "Look at these symbols here...city buildings perhaps?"