galvarelli/dinneratwestgate.txt

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Chief had two tables set, one smaller where he could sit with Calvin and Brother Kab, and a longer one for Calvin's yaks, along with a few dwarrows Chief trusted.
And Brother Jod, who Chief didn't trust with diplomacy.
His chefs had managed to accommodate their odd guests, with some well-preserved silage they had found stored in a larder, supplemented by some fresh clover, thin shavings of a well-mineraled salt crystal (which Chief felt a pang of regret sharing) and some raw sugar beets (which Chief felt a pang of regret leaving raw, rather than in a delicious soup).
Calvin and his yaks entered in, led by Kab.
The President looked wore formal coat, and Chief wished he had a better outfit than his nice jacket and clean boots.
Instead of the Helm, Calvin wore a simple circlet, made of a dark wood inlaid with a delicate gold pattern.
―Welcome, dear guests. Please, President Calvin, join me here.
Calvin and one of the other yaks came to join Chief, along with Kab.
―Chief, this is Vaughan, one of my most trusted advisors.
I thank you again for your hospitality.
Kab has been very helpful.
―No problem, Your Presidentness.
―Please, just call me Calvin.
―Of course, that's no problem.
We don't usually find ourselves hosting foreign leaders here.
We seldom see other Border dwarrows, either.
Calvin nodded, and spoke between slow bites.
―Chief, I'm here because the Meadowlark is under threat.
We think that Mountberg might be able to help us.
Unfortunately, we ran into a problem at the Sea-Gate.
As we sighted the entrance, we saw a Hawk approach overhead, and the sight may have spooked the guards at the gate.
The barrier was raised before we could come close, and our shouts were either unheard or ignored.
―Why is it you think Mountberg would help?
―Whatever is attacking the Meadowlark will be capable of attacking the Voice of Dwarrows.
I know that Galvarelli and Mountberg have been isolated from each other, but I hope to convince them that we have a common enemy.
So again, I hope you will be able to help us reach them.
―I wish you luck, Calvin.
But, I fear that help from Mountberg is unlikely.
You see, Mountberg has largely closed itself off from the rest of the world, even from Border dwarrows like us.
Other Border towns would likely be happy to help, but apart from a handful of Pathbreakers there's not a lot we can actually do.
The yak named Vaughan began to speak, but Chief pushed on.
―I do think we can offer you another form of help, however.
As I mentioned earlier, Westgate is close to the Temple of the Rock.
There's a mountain goat there, who I believe is considered quite knowledgeable by your people.
Along with some of the more learned dwarrows in the area.
Between them, I'm sure they'll be able to offer you something more.
Calvin kept his eyes low, thinknig for a moment before answering.
―Speaking to an Elder would likely help.
I don't know whether we have a lot of time available to us.
Is the journey far?
―Normally, we have a Path to the temple open at all times.
Recently though, we've been closing them more often when they're not in use.
But opening it again would not take long.
You might actually be one of the rare yaks to witness a Pathbreaking.
Going through the Path would be quite short.
We could have you at the Temple tonight if we started immediately after dinner.