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Politics, in his civilization the peasantry obeyed their lords but it seemed that in Creed no man was strong enough to claim the throne and weak willed but sharp minded counsel members reigned. Elruin wasn't a fool, he could sense a trap when it was one and this so called mission was probably one of them because the rewards outweighed anything he or anyone in the group could provide, perhaps it was a suicide mission? “I will take this task but the second this sweet wines starts to taste like poison I will go elsewhere.” He modulated his voice to convey his suspicion but internally a thousand voices began to chant a wish only to replace it with another one each was a slightly greedy and very bitter wish that would bring much pain to the people of Cabal.

The task at hand didn't appease Elruin he quickly recalled a spell that would allow him to flee any danger they could find in the dark inescapable tunnels. Elruin set a few steps forwards standing next to Dravon, he also looked at the map bending his back to reduce his enormous height. Creed was powerful and advanced the perfect place to find something powerful enough to rebuild his house but he didn't like the thought that the counsel that commanded all this power feared what dwelt under the ore refinery.