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Work is progressing on the Gashwhiffer Goblins of Cackle Mines! It's just not progressing fast. All the miniature work has been sculpted and I'm working out print plates now. I got some cover details back from layout last week and hope to be getting more at the beginning of this coming week, or the next. I've completed another piece of art for the book and have been play testing some of the magic items and monsters. If you are waiting for this book, once again, the Warlock appreciates your patience!!!

I'm leaving you with this quick character piece. She is the sister of one of the town rulers in my personal rpg and will be playing a bit of a role in the next game. As such, I want my players to have a little taste of what she looks like and some background on her. I frequently post stories between gaming sessions to keep people invested in the game through the week and to build anticipation for the next meeting. Plus, it just helps with world building.

By way of context, the elf in the group is one of the last elf around. He, along with the entire group has been garrisoned with the local militia where they are helping to train new reinforcements and handle big jobs. As they have been meeting with a good deal of success in this area, they are increasingly coming to the attention of the town's more important people. This is once such encounter...

Leviticus was escorted to the dinning room by the well dressed manservant. It was a luxurious room to be certain, and by far, the most regal of places he had been invited too. He felt small despite his best efforts to feel otherwise.

Six guards in well pressed livery stood at attention, eyes facing forward. They reminded him of the statues at the Keep, but they were flesh and blood. Each held a spear and wore a sword as their side. It was obvious the chain mail worn under their baldrics was of fine quality.

The table was heaped with silver bowls, each filled with a wide assortment of fruits, breads, cheeses as well as other things he could not easily identify. Again, he felt small, worse still, out of place. Three months ago he was living in a rat infested cellar, eating bugs. Now he was here.

He tugged at his robes and was thankful for the extra coin he had spent on them. Hopefully, he at least looked the part of a competent elven spell caster.

Another manservant entered the room. He paused, but did not look at the elf. Instead, he stood with rigid attention and said in a loud, clear voice, “Her Ladyship, Bronwyn Hammerfell!”

And with that, an enchanting young woman, short of stature, with long, flowing brown hair entered the room. She wore a raiment of sheer white silk that both covered her body and displayed every inch of it. Though the human women in Keep, lovely as they were, did little to draw the elf’s attention, there was something about this girl that he found immediately alluring.

Lady Bronwyn looked at Leviticus with appraising eyes, and finding him suitable to her expectations offered a welcoming smile as she made her way to him, “Master Leviticus Glorfindel, Elven Sorcerer of Hammerfell. I am honored you accepted my invitation.”

“My studies demand much of my time, but the honor is mine, Lady Bronwyn.” He replied in rehersed fashion.

Now closer, she eyed him up and down again, “I must admit to you a certain curiosity. I have never seen an elf before, not outside of a story book.”

Leviticus smiled a bit, her casual manners putting him somewhat more at ease. “Then you have seen one more than I have.”

This seemed to tickle her, “Did I detect a sense of humor Master Leviticus? You are not what I expected. And by that, I truly mean no insult.”

He looked down a moment, some of the mirth leaving him. Lady Bronwyn could sense a change in his manner. “I hope I did not say something to offend, Master Leviticus?”

The elf shook his head and looked back up to the noblewoman, forcing a smile on his face, “You gave no offense, My lady. I have lived for a hundred years and have never met another elf. You say you expected something else. I have spent my entire life searching for what that something else might be. I have heard tale there is another of my kind in the Keep, but he will not see me. Perhaps I am not to his standards. You wanted to meet an elf today. I apologize to you, for all you have met is me.”

Lady Bronwyn took his hand and held it for a moment, looking into his eyes. “And it is a far better meeting, from what I have seen thus far.”

The two stood like this for a long moment, some unseen force holding them in place. It was the lady who finally spoke, “Are you hungry? I had the kitchen prepare a few dishes for us and I have many questions.”

“Thank you My Lady, I am indeed.”