C.A.R.P.S.

A young man enters the inn of MIdway bearing a cylindrical tube of a small size. He is well shaven but his uniform shows he is not from these parts. His boots are well worn but professionaly maintained as they still show a brush shine even though they are a bit dusty. He could easily be mistake for a soldier had he been accompanied by other troops.
"I am looking for the Huntress Darksbane. I am told this to be her place of venting and could expect her here on most nights. Could someone guide me to her whereabouts? "

*A woman enters the Inn dressed in black/green leather armor carry two shortswords. She is carrying a travel pack and appears to be only stopping in the in for a brief drink before taking off again. Her boots appear to be worn from travel and her two shortswords are firmly at her side.*

*Upon hearing the individual, Kimberlyn looks at the man square in the eyes.*

I am Huntress Darksbane. What can I do for you?

He looks at the lady and seems to be encouraged at the quick response and timing. He gives Kimberlyn a quick once over but seems to be looking for something in particular. "I have been sent by a friend whom is close to you, as he claims. He suggested that since there is plenty of chaos and vile theives here in the lands, that perhaps you can identify yourself in a more personnal manner. Mr. Priest said he had given you a special item. Could you show it to me?"
He waits there patiently.

*Kimberlyn eyes the stranger carefully and takes a closer look at him. After a few moments she takes a glove off of her right hand and shows the stranger a very unusual looking ring around her finger.*

*Looking the stranger in the eyes once more.*

I take it you are refering to this ring correct? Mr. Priest has one exactly like it and he gave it to me shortly before he left. Oh and if he gave you a first name as well to go along with Huntress Darksbane, my name is Kimberlyn.

He glances at the ring and carefully reaches for you hand. He roles it until a certain marking is seen (The Cross). He smile and releases your hand. "Your first name was told to me but he mentioned that I should state your title instead. People are less likely to give a page the run around when the title is given."
The man removes the tube from its teathers on his waist. He hands it to you and waits a moment.
As you recieve it cylinder you notice it is approximately 16 inches long, 2 inches in diameter, and is made entirely of a hardened clay. Instead of a normal wax seal. The cap on one end has been painted entirely to include the first 2 inches of the cylinder itself. In the middle of the cylinder you notice an silver'ish insignia of a celtic cross which highly resembles the one on your finger.
"He send his regards and wishes you and your friends good will in these troubling times."
With that the man orders a small bite to eat and relaxes at a nearby table.

*Kimberlyn appears a bit in shock at receiving the message.*

*She looks at the messenger*

Thank-you. If you would like, feel free to have a drink on me for you troubles.

*She pauses*

Forgive me, but I really need to get some air.

*With that, Kimberlyn heads outside.*

"No thankyou huntress. I have been paid well for this service and need nothing more."
"I shall be leaving tomorrow in before the sun comes up if you or anyone needs anything send back to the Dwarven homelands."

*Before heading out the door, Kimberlyn pauses*

So, that would mean you would be able to return a message to Mr. Priest.

*She looks at him*

If that is the case I shall be back in a little bit with a message for you to send to him.

He quickly grins.
"He thought that you would suggest something like that... So he advised me to tell you to open the container first. You will have your answer to that one soon after."

*After awhile, Kimberlyn returns with a sealed scroll and places it in the container as instructed.*

Raven follows Kimberlyn into the tavern.

"Master Dwarf, a drop of thy finest please." '

She sits down in a corner, pulling out a silver flute and plays a mysterious melody. Her low, soft voice then fills the inn with dreamlike images and songs of mythical places...