"Welcome," says a calm female voice as soon as you pass through the gates. You turn and see a tan-colored elf, holding a spear. "I am Zarrounk. Welcome to the Fortress."
You eye her spear wearily, wondering why they feel necessary to greet you with weapons. She seems to be reading your thoughts. "I am the only one on staff that can point you in the right direction, so they asked me to come down from my post and show you."
She points to what seem like a barracks, although it is much nicer than that. "That is the residential hold for those who work here."
Her hand moves then to another building, which is larger than the first. "Those are rooms for those who seek refuge here, or who do not or cannot work here. Sometimes people will stay there and then move when they start working here."
She then gives you a very stern look. "You will be watched while you are here, wanderor. Do not, I repeat, do not attempt anything harmful in anyway. The results may be...less than desirable."
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