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Andrew scrapes the mud off of his boots as he steps into the Avanthyr bar, the Menacing Mariner. The third of such bars he'd walked into lately. Without the usual trappings of a magus, he's dressed in homespun material, similar to any goodman of the valley.
He buys a few drinks throughout the night, and listens quietly to the conversation, asking every so often whenever the subject of Varaal comes up about his allies, and the mages' situation in Sestra.
He repeats this every evening, traveling across the valley in search of rumors, whispered hints, or any word of his bretheren from the Left.
He buys a few drinks throughout the night, and listens quietly to the conversation, asking every so often whenever the subject of Varaal comes up about his allies, and the mages' situation in Sestra.
He repeats this every evening, traveling across the valley in search of rumors, whispered hints, or any word of his bretheren from the Left.