Gimar limped back from the Keep commander's office, eager to be on his way. He met up with Nicola in the hallway.

The dwarven warrior hefted his axe, and Nicola wasn't so sure which of them Gimar meant when he said "us." There had been no dark visions or bad auguries, so the priestess smiled and headed for the stables.

The forest gnome was puttering away in his garden. His tomato plants were coming along nicely, and the Gorka root would soon be getting quite tasty. An acquaintance of his approached.

Shortly thereafter an ordinary gnome walked up to Yodavan's tiny gate and let himself in. Yodavan, now wearing a fine new cloak, appeared and greeted him.

The road to the Free City of Greyhawk was smooth and heavily travelled. Many merchant caravans were travelling both directions, heading either to or from mostly Dyvers or Hardby. Besides being patrolled, the road was more of a road than a dirt track.

When the spires of Greyhawk were in sight, the party detoured straight north to dirt road leading to the Marsh Gate. They found that the ground leading to this gate was littered with garbage and refuse, and they scared off quite a few sets of Giant Rats.

When the party arrived at the gate, the line was fairly long, so Rheaphlyndar headed to the gatehouse. The rest of the party rid themselves of garbage while they waited. The rogue returned fairly soon, motioning the party to the front of the line.

Soon enough the party entered the city. They agreed to meet for dinner every other night, starting tomorrow, at the Blue Dragon Inn, a favorite haunt of the party in the past. With that, they went their separate ways.

As Rheaphlyndar made his way to the Artisan's quarter, he thought of the previous evenings meal with Ravi.

The rogue wandered over to the high market to price invisibility potions and see if anybody was selling a Cloak of Apparel. He was sorely tempted by a fat merchant he saw, but decided he should meet his guild contact and pay this years dues first. In the late afternoon, he returned to the Artisan's quarter and picked up a pouch of fine gems. Coming out of the building he thought he spotted someone familiar.

Rounding the next corner, he concentrated on his eyepatch and stared at the familiar looking dwarf.

Indeed, the stout warrior had moved out of sight and when Rheaphlyndar made it to that cross street, there was no sign of him. Hefting the pouch, he gave up and headed instead to the Blue Dragon Inn.

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