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The large Scarred human took a seat to Mordin's left and his golden eyes looked as if they could bore a hole through him straight to his soul. Mordin had only seen such figures from afar and he found himself wishing he could have kept it that way; he felt uncomfortable under the brilliant gaze of the celestial-kissed man.
In the wake of Mordin's silence, Terry spoke. "Now that we have your undivided attention, good dwarf, you should know that Councilor Guilder is one of the few who know the nature of your final mission. The brother of the vampire lord, a vampire himself, is very capable of getting any information he requires. I shudder to think of the tortures the councilor must be facing even now." He let that hang for a moment.
"He'll be coming for you. If he has to, he'll come here to get you." The human said. Mordin had heard that subtilty was a rare gift among many of the scarred, especially those touched by the celestial plane of U'dara.
Mordin looked at him quizzically, unsure of what to think of the man. Terry chuckled and shook his head. "How rude of me. I meant to make introductions. Mordin, this is Kess. Kess is Scarred as you can see, but he prefers the term "Blessed". He's very pleasant to be around, really, once you get to know him." The gnome looked between the two but neither made any move to shake hands or offer any sort of response.
"What is ir'Tessan's brother up to?" Mordin said after a moment of tense silence.
The gnome's expression turned grim. "Gor'dun, as we have come to know him, has plagued Great Burrow for months now, stealing people away and taking them to his private sanctuary in the ruins of his brother's fortress." Terry swallowed hard and Mordin glimpsed at the tears rimming his eyes. "My beloved sister was one of them."
All of this news weighed heavily on the dwarf. He had just wanted a normal life, running his family's tavern and telling stories of his exploits. He had never thought he would have to wield his bardiche again, and particularly against the undead, but it was becoming clear to him that he had little choice. If he did not go to meet Gor'dun then the vile vampire would come to him. How many of his friends and loved ones would become victims of his unholy thirst?
"What would you have me do, gnome?"
Terry Fairweather smiled grimly, and Mordin knew that he wouldn't like what he would hear next.
In the wake of Mordin's silence, Terry spoke. "Now that we have your undivided attention, good dwarf, you should know that Councilor Guilder is one of the few who know the nature of your final mission. The brother of the vampire lord, a vampire himself, is very capable of getting any information he requires. I shudder to think of the tortures the councilor must be facing even now." He let that hang for a moment.
"He'll be coming for you. If he has to, he'll come here to get you." The human said. Mordin had heard that subtilty was a rare gift among many of the scarred, especially those touched by the celestial plane of U'dara.
Mordin looked at him quizzically, unsure of what to think of the man. Terry chuckled and shook his head. "How rude of me. I meant to make introductions. Mordin, this is Kess. Kess is Scarred as you can see, but he prefers the term "Blessed". He's very pleasant to be around, really, once you get to know him." The gnome looked between the two but neither made any move to shake hands or offer any sort of response.
"What is ir'Tessan's brother up to?" Mordin said after a moment of tense silence.
The gnome's expression turned grim. "Gor'dun, as we have come to know him, has plagued Great Burrow for months now, stealing people away and taking them to his private sanctuary in the ruins of his brother's fortress." Terry swallowed hard and Mordin glimpsed at the tears rimming his eyes. "My beloved sister was one of them."
All of this news weighed heavily on the dwarf. He had just wanted a normal life, running his family's tavern and telling stories of his exploits. He had never thought he would have to wield his bardiche again, and particularly against the undead, but it was becoming clear to him that he had little choice. If he did not go to meet Gor'dun then the vile vampire would come to him. How many of his friends and loved ones would become victims of his unholy thirst?
"What would you have me do, gnome?"
Terry Fairweather smiled grimly, and Mordin knew that he wouldn't like what he would hear next.