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Cynryk returns after a few hours with some time to spare before the dinner at the manor. He stows his pack under the bunk he selected earlier and leans his bow against the wall.

Roll for my faction mission

Upon hearing his name called Cynryk slows his pace and glances over his shoulder. He pauses and waits for Varro to reach him.

"I am happy to share these cobbles with you, brother, but by necessity we must part ways before I reach my goal."

He begins forward again, his long stride covering distance quickly.

"As for dragons, no. I cannot claim to have seen such, but I too have heard tales. I think you refer to Freezemaw as the Shoanti named him. No, my people were far more concerned with raiders from the Nolands. Dragons there may be, but raiders are a daily threat."

Cynryk heads out the door after meeting Tel'Der and Thorgil.

Cynryk breaks the seal on the envelope and reads the message inside. A frown briefly crosses his face but is quickly replaced by the expressionless face that seems to be natural for him.

"I'm Cynryk. Cynryk Vilhardt. I'm originally from the Velashu Uplands where my family were horse breeders. I must shortly attend to something elsewhere in the city."

He retrieves his pack from under the bad slings it over his right shoulder and waits, purposefully looking from Thorgil to Tel'Der.

When Cynryk speaks his voice is deep and carries easily throughout the cottage, "Not much point in speculating as we'll know soon enough our task." He lifts his head slightly, eyes slowly focusing on each of his compatriots in turn. "Time might be better spent getting to know those we'll be working with during the job."

Cynryk nods at Varro and falls in line behind Ebrylis without a word. Upon reaching the cottage he seeks out the least well-lit bunk and unfurls his bedroll. After stowing his pack under the bed he leans against the wall next to the bed, head tilted down so that his hat obscures his face.

Grand Lodge

Cynryk Vilhardt ready for assignment.