A book and many things to do

[Anastasia]

A curd nod, the dwarf getting up. "Lead on."

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa leads him to a corner out of the way, "I'm sure you're clever enough to know that this isn't about dwarf customs, so I won't insult you by veiling it any more. I'm looking for information on a group and I can offer you something valuable in return."

[Anastasia]

A cool look, "What do you have, woman, and what do you want?"

[Iron Dragoon]

"What I have is magic. To restore your arm, unless there's a lingering curse to it. Which I'd be willing to look into. What I want is information on a new group that's moved into Ash."

[Anastasia]

"..." A grunt look, then a deep bow, "You'll have it if you can do that," he says.

[Iron Dragoon]

"I don't mean to be cruel, but I want to make sure you're aware of the stakes and price. I want information on Sharrans, and if I ever hear of it beyond your lips, the price will rise. Significantly."

[Anastasia]

A curt nod, "I'll tell you anything I know about them," The dwarf promises right away.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa raises an eyebrow, "You'll have to convince me that you do know something. Let me see your arm while you do so."

Alyssa starts examining the limb as she waits for him to start.

Detect Magic as needed.

[Anastasia]

There's no magic about it - no curses, nothing like that.

"I've heard they've been seen around, or shadows too," he says, "Stories from travelers. They stay away from the cities."

[Iron Dragoon]

"And you have more details than that?"

[Anastasia]

A moment's pause, a narrow look, "North," he finally says, "Maybe. Reports vary."

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa nods and begins casting.

Regeneration, CL 23.

"You will assist us for the rest of our time here."

[Anastasia]

The dwarf watches with baited breath - and when your spell finishes, he grunts in pain as his arm regrows. It takes a few moments but it's back, a wide, dwarven smile on his face as he flexes both hands. "Fine," he says quickly, "Honored matron."

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa smiles and lays a hand on his shoulder replies in dwarven, "Welcome back from the depths, lost warrior. May your axe and arm lead you to blood and honor once again."

[Anastasia]

"My arm is all I need," he smiles widely, "I can punch with both fists again!"