It felt awkward to walk in the long orange robe. The boots fit him well
but the thick and heavy orange robe was a nuisance. He also had troubles with the hat since he was unused to
wearing such a warm headgear. The door to the tavern stood with a small opening to let in fresh air and some light
in to the main room. Elv'eng looked up from his work with the knife on a piece of wood and greeted him with his elven
tongue. Dardan nodded and greeted him back. He could see the eyes of the elf narrow when the elf looked a little
closer under the shade of the wide brim of the hat Dardan was wearing.
"Dardan?"
The name always sounded differently when the elf pronounced it. Dardan nodded to the elf and tried to shield his
worries from him. The word had reached him that the undead wedding had brought another illness to Deepwater.
A girl had been bitten by one of the vampires and she was being cured from the undead disease.
"Aye. 'Tis me."
He smiled to the elf and looked around the tavern. It was still rather empty but as he looked back at the elf he
could see him indicating with a glance towards the roof accompanied with a little movement of the head that the
curing was done upstairs. Dardan immediately walked towards the stairs and in a few steps he saw the room of the
restaurant upstairs. In the middle of the room a young lass stood, looking pale and slightly confused. Beside her
the priest Asphyxion and the mage Yoldran stood carefully observing her. When they heard steps in the stairs they
turned and glanced sideways towards the stairs. They greeted Dardan and when he hailed them back they both turned
once more and looked astonished.
"Dardan?"
The two spoke with one voice. Dardan looked amused for a short moment but nodded and walked straight up to the girl.
He put his staff on the left shoulder young girl and then on the other shoulder. He could sense no magic streaming
into the staff, nor could he feel any improper forces around her aura. They had worked well and the girl was safe.
She curtsied and presented herself as Rhia, a girl from Britain that had been sent to the undead wedding to deliver
a gift.
The undeads were spreading their disease as wildfire. Nothing could hinder them and nothing could stop them. Dardan
had lost several to the undead plague already. Karma and Elenwe from his Clan had already been kidnapped and held
prisoner. Even Grim Xuri had been bitten and had been under their influence for a short time. There had been numerous
occasions in the village of undead preying on innocents and spreading their disease. Rhia had been saved but something
needed to be done to secure the village and make a safer area to prevent the undead from spreading their evil. Maybe
he could do something and if it was possible then he needed to try to help the situation.
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