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A hidden moor, eh?
Well that was certainly interesting. Yet before long a few drunken men disrupted Devlin's eavesdropping, and stirred Thallius from his stupor. The two lept up and vacated the scene before any authorities happened upon the occurance, and travelled Portshire's streets through the lingering light.
Devlin discussed quietly the news of a hidden moor. Thallius of course was used to such stories and knew Devlin to be tantalized with random promises of treasures. Anything that was hidden or mysterious in location gave Devlin an unspoken promise of loot to be found.
Still, the two were tired. They happened upon a warehouse that was quiet and empty, obviously unused, and remained there warily for the night. If they were allowed to sleep uninterrupted, they would depart from it the next day, and then think about other courses of action during their visit to the city of Portshire.
Devlin continued his musings on the location of the moor. He wanted to hear more about it so that maybe their search would not be in complete vain. It could have been a local myth or a dangerous home to unfavorable creatures, so Thallius wanted some convincing stories before they bothered with anything.
The returned to the boarhouse and Devlin looked for the familiar face of the manager, then offered the man a light smile and a wave, hoping for his attention.
"What's this speak of some hidden moor?" the halfling asked the man casually if he were to approach them. "I've been hearin' stuff about it since we arrived here."
More or less, anyway.
Ooc: Thank you, I'll change my CIR accordingly.
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