
Lara tipped me to post this as it is part of the project specifically.
Aaand we needed a res anyway

Critisize and discuss away.
Oh, and i've recently reveived some inside info. Mind reading it?
* Baldur gives you a tattered arc, sprinkled with dried mud and ale
"From what i've found just this hut is mainly used for storage, it's located somewhere in the swamplands, couldn't read from the treetop I dangled from. Huts are mainly built by Klyro's but rumours have been heard of mystic thefts of property lately. There could be some other creature too using the huts. Further info can be told that the inhabitants use it for sailing aswell. Many see it and sign of harvest when the huts exit the swamp regions to sell various herbs and animals. Although their suspicious by nature the swamp people care and love their fellow neighbours as relatives. It's a strong bond within the small communities of the several spread out tribes in the Marshlands."
* Baldur hands you another paper. quickly sketched drawings littering the paper. With much difficulty you manage to read the text
"Now to the hut. The ceiling and most of the construction consists of the substance Klesstron, which the natives call this glous substance which slowly dries in the sun but mysteriously hardens in water. Hmm...[Some extra facts. I'm unsure if they're true. The Baku's could be built up by Klesstron otherwise].
The swampous structure appears to be a protection against something. What? I do not know. Century old stories of a beast with 10 mouths flourish among the denizens. Scientific facts are left to be discussed. Though, mark my words, if there's something out there, it's frightening the tribes to piece. Only daring to keep to themselves except for summer seasons when the sun sets later.
From my research i've found that the huts resemble a certain native mushroom species. A carnivorous kind. Apparently this cover works as I have yet to see any major assault on mentioned village.
Well, i'm off to my treehut. It's been quite a few mysterious weeks following hoarse howls scaring the townsfolk to pieces. I'll have to scout on.
-Regional Surveyor Tipsy Half'runk"[/color]
* Baldur nicks the documents right after you've read the last line, leaning over with a questioning glance on his face
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