Arandor
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-- Thorstein! -- the northerner calls out loudly. -- Come here, someone has a question for you about your area of expertise.
From behind the counter, the same shaggy man that Sandar drank with at the tavern yesterday emerges.
-- Ah, my friend! -- He wipes his beard, which is stained with beer, and extends his hand to Sandar. -- I see you've made progress. We get all sorts of things here in the north, some of them worth five silver pieces. Some we even take from graves.
- So that's how it is, - the mage considered that items from graves might also have negative effects. - I thought there might be a way to find out the effect of a specific amulet, but it seems it's a matter of luck. Well, then maybe another time. For now, I'll take two beers, ten pieces of meat, and two whale fats.
Ready to go to the Stronghold
Be strong. Believe