"My pleasure, <AvatarName>." He shakes your hand.

He laughs. "Yes, but of course thou art."

<Iolo> "'Tis true, Sir Jordan. He is the Avatar."

Jordan smiles. "I see. And who wouldst thou be? Shamino?"

<Iolo> "No." He points to Shamino. "He is. I am Iolo!"

<Shamino> "No. I am Iolo, not Shamino!"

"Of course!" He says, patronizingly. "How could I not recognize the great Iolo."

"As I told thee, my name is Sir Jordan."

"I sell bows and crossbows here at Iolo's South."

"The original branch is in Britain. But I do fine business here in the Hold."

"Serpent's Hold, <AvatarName>. I have sold many quality bows to the knights here."

"The great archer himself, Iolo, started that branch more than two hundred years ago."

<Iolo> "I, er, thank thee for thy compliment."

"'Twould mean more wert thou Iolo!"

<Iolo> "Listen, here, rogue, I truly -am-..."

"Yes, yes, I know. Thou really -art- Iolo... And I am Lord British!"

"There are many who live within the walls of the Hold. Sir Denton, the bartender at the Hallowed Dock, knows them all."

"Weapons or missiles?"

"I am sorry, <AvatarName>, but I can only sell things during my shop hours -- from 6 in the morning 'til 6 at night."

He looks defensive. "I had nothing to do with that.

"But, I will tell thee that, on the night of the incident, I heard the sounds of scuffling in the commons. And, later on in the evening, I heard a woman cry out, as if in surprise!"

"I am not positive, <AvatarName>, but I believe the voice was that of Lady Jehanne." He nods his head knowingly. "Someone has lost their sense of unity."

"I hope to see thee again, <AvatarName>." END