Lord Ethram Valdemar NPC's page

Lord Valdemar rises creakily from his seat.

"Constable, for your trip to Magnimar, you can take Feathermoth. She should be ready to sail on the tide. Tell er captain I sent you."

"What?" Lord Valdemar looks up, as if waking up. "What's happening with the shipbuilding?"

"Porthos, eh? Well now..."

The young man next to Lord Valdemar leans down and whispers into Lord Valdemar's ear.

"Oh! Yes, carpenter. Good hands. Figureheads, and gingerbread work, and such. Good man. How is he doing these days?"

He turns to look at Rig.

"Goblins working together? It's happened once in a while, I think..."

Lord Valdemar looks at the adventurers and blinks.

"Sandpoint Six, eh? Oh, good."

He hobbles over to the offered chair and sits down with a *thump.*

"Is there anything hot to drink? Tea. Or mulled wine. Anything hot. I get these chills..."

The younger man goes over and whispers to one of the servants, who dashes off.

"Goblins again, eh? It seems like just the other day we were fighting goblins, but I suppose that was decades ago. They've always been around. They breed too fast to get rid of permanently."

Lord Valdemar coughs for a moment, a wet, rattling cough. He holds a handkerchief over his mouth.

"Oh, excuse me."

"So it's now a bunch of young adventurers again, eh? That always seems to be the way of it. First Daviren Hosk and his lads, now you. Just be careful not to stir up the goblins too much. Goblins love fire and most of this town is made of wood."

The mayor is interrupted by the door opening. An elderly man walks in, assisted by a cane and by a younger man helping him walk. He is dressed in heavy woolens and is clearly in poor health, though he doesn't seem that old to you; perhaps sixty years old. But the years have not been kind to him.

As he looks up he blinks and looks around the room.

"Eh?"