<img src="images/signpost.gif" align="left">A lone signpost
points the way!

North -- Tantari Rock
East -- The Thicket
West -- North Castle

Sovelis practice his staff-work on this signpost like he does whenever he sees one, its kind of compulsive!!!

Jaast watched with interest from the shadows, "So he dislikes signs and enjoys smashing things, eh? Not much use in my mission but I'm starting to like this mage..." Jaast smilled to himself and continued his work...

Eberron stared at the sign and sighed. It was hard enough for him to read signs normally, it was definitely the same language but he wondered whether his father had not been quite the fantastic scribe that he had claimed to be. That or spelling had changed distinctly since his time of learning, because every sign he had come across seemed slightly alien and odd to his eyes. This sign however, was fairly tattered. Someone had obviously scratched at it.

"Hmph. Silly troublemakers. It is hot, and I want to travel. Braking signs and messing with me..."

Irritated at the impetuousness of it all, Eberron drew one of his many rocks from the enormous bag on his back. Spending a few more minutes sitting there, he skilfully chipped a message into it and left it next to the sign.

"PLEAS FICKS SIGN"

Pleased with his work and having started the travel to commit a good dead with yet another one, Eberron let one of his grins spread across his face and began to humm one of the tunes that his father had taught him in a typically tone death manner. It was time to move to the east, that Goron friend would be needing some wood... He thought he had said east. It was probably best to just keep walking until he got lost. That had always served to get him somewhere other then where he started in the past.