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The invitation is warmly given, but you hesitate and rather than follow the Maturi into his humble dwelling you call to him.
"Maturi, you must forgive me but there is much about my journey that I am unsure of. It seems more than a co-incidence that I should be on an errand for the Kalborean Union and find myself greeted by a man who I truly thought had died years ago. Tell me something that only the Maturi Len would know and I will gladly share your hospitality."
The Maturi turns in his doorway and smiles, the request seemingly expected.
"You have been in the world for some time Halokim, and I fear that it has not proven kind to you. It is a truth that it has been many years since we last spoke, and many people, even the Kalboreans, believe that all the LoreMasters are dead. I can tell you however, that we all live, though many good men have died protecting us."
"You wish a token of good faith? Let me say then, that we spent many hours in your time at the Temple talking on your life at Truvo Farm. I remember one conversation in particular and I believe so would you. Even as a small boy there was little that could bring fear to you, but as I recall it you recounted a time to me where you were caught in the grasp of a swollen river, and dragged for some distance away from the farm. But for the circumstance of a fallen branch that snagged your clothing and saved you from a certain death you would not be here today. I can guess that you are still fearless Halokim, but shy from approaching the water's edge unless you absolutely must. Am I not right?"
The Maturi's words uncover a deep memory of something long buried in your childhood. It had been many years since you had found need to remember the terror of that day, and you know you have never told the story to anyone else.
"Forgive me Maturi. In times such as these it is difficult to trust easily."
The old Dwarvendim waves away your apology and motions for you to enter his home. It is an invitation you now accept.

Turn to section 241.


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