Shawn Daysleeper
With the disappearance of the elf, Adelsteinn begins to doubt Aztryd's story again. He is wondering if he really saw the giant swan that day and often rubs his eyes over the course of the last couple days to make sure he is seeing correctly. He is not an old dwarf, still fairly young by dwarf standards. He recollects if he had enough to drink that day , that often improves his mood and senses. Trouble is, he can't remember how much he drank that evening in the kitchen.
He often walks about, investigating the ruins. The dragon certainly did it's work well. There were familiar faces among the dead, including the other council members. It seems he is the only surviving member of the council. "I suppose the power of decision-making rests with me," he mutters.
The only thing credible in Aztryd's story was the note Fafnir found and brought to him. He thinks it is high time he consulted with the others about that note. It is certainly not written by any of the survivors as the handwriting is definitely foreign. It reminds him of the written documents the elves of the Havens brought with them in their bartering of goods. it has been some time since any of the elves have come to Adelsteinn's mountain settlement, and there are rumours abroad that they are departing these shores.
To make matters worse, it seemed the dragon found it's way into both of Adelsteinn's secret keg storage facilities. The wooden kegs were burned and many of them buried under collapsed rock and smashed. Also, the dragon set fire to the hops chute and barley stock. "Hundreds of kegs... destroyed." He sheds a tear at the destruction. Not only have his friends perished, but his profession is on the line. He returns to his brewery where a precious few kegs remain in the deep brewing room where he luckily was when the attack occurred. Not only did the dragon take his drinking friends, but also his very livelihood. "I am not long to remain here," he says sadly as he makes his way back to the kitchen.
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He often walks about, investigating the ruins. The dragon certainly did it's work well. There were familiar faces among the dead, including the other council members. It seems he is the only surviving member of the council. "I suppose the power of decision-making rests with me," he mutters.
The only thing credible in Aztryd's story was the note Fafnir found and brought to him. He thinks it is high time he consulted with the others about that note. It is certainly not written by any of the survivors as the handwriting is definitely foreign. It reminds him of the written documents the elves of the Havens brought with them in their bartering of goods. it has been some time since any of the elves have come to Adelsteinn's mountain settlement, and there are rumours abroad that they are departing these shores.
To make matters worse, it seemed the dragon found it's way into both of Adelsteinn's secret keg storage facilities. The wooden kegs were burned and many of them buried under collapsed rock and smashed. Also, the dragon set fire to the hops chute and barley stock. "Hundreds of kegs... destroyed." He sheds a tear at the destruction. Not only have his friends perished, but his profession is on the line. He returns to his brewery where a precious few kegs remain in the deep brewing room where he luckily was when the attack occurred. Not only did the dragon take his drinking friends, but also his very livelihood. "I am not long to remain here," he says sadly as he makes his way back to the kitchen.
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