[Guardian Keep, Grand Audience] (14119029)
Blazing on high, a domed ceiling of stained glass is imbued with swirls of golden and crimson that form the lithe musculature of a spread-winged wyvern staring down upon the audience chamber. Marble pillars, limned in fiery shades by the creature's span, foist vibrant scarlet banners bordered in washes of golden brocade. Armored statues stand to either side of a plush red velvet carpet scaling the mass of a lasimor dais centered with an immense solid gold throne beside a silver feather-fanned throne. You also see a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
Also here: Admiral Kakoon
Obvious exits: none
>
Kakoon retrieves a small dose of tightly bound ambrominas from within his leather herb kit.
>
Kakoon takes a bite of his dose of ambrominas.
Kakoon's left hand looks better.
>look
[Guardian Keep, Grand Audience] (14119029)
Blazing on high, a domed ceiling of stained glass is imbued with swirls of golden and crimson that form the lithe musculature of a spread-winged wyvern staring down upon the audience chamber. Marble pillars, limned in fiery shades by the creature's span, foist vibrant scarlet banners bordered in washes of golden brocade. Armored statues stand to either side of a plush red velvet carpet scaling the mass of a lasimor dais centered with an immense solid gold throne beside a silver feather-fanned throne. You also see a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
Also here: Admiral Kakoon
Obvious exits: none
>
Kakoon retrieves a small dose of tightly bound cactacae from within his leather herb kit.
>
Kakoon takes a bite of his dose of cactacae.
Kakoon's left hand looks better.
>look kakoon
Twisting vines writhe around Kakoon, obscuring him in an ever-shifting barrier of thorns.
You see Admiral Kakoon Arakhor Vaalor the Hero of the Ravelin.
He appears to be an Elf.
He is very tall. He appears to be in the prime of life. He has austere, slightly narrow green-grey eyes and flawless dark bronze skin. He has chin-length, thick auburn hair. He has an angular face, a small nose and long pointed ears. He has a clean-shaven face that compliments the manicured lines of his grey-dappled, burnished red goatee.
He has a red and gold Legionnaire's tattoo on his wrist.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a doeskin rucksack in his left hand.
He is wearing a fitted midnight blue twill three-button jacket with silver pinstripes, a pristine silver silk satin vest over a white silk shirt with silver buttons, a gold and braided red eahnor wedding band, a small silver pocketwatch, a pair of tailored midnight blue twill trousers with silver pinstripes, and a pair of two-toned black and white leather shoes.

>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|SUNDAY| #TODAY in Elanthia: |Until Sundown: Wisteria Markets-ILLI| ** |Noon: Maleise GALD (Premium)-FWI| ** |Noon: Brunch-RR| ** |2pm: Formal Court Session-TV| ** |3pm: Detailed Work with Myrinai (Premium)-FWI| ** |~8:20pm: Premium Trove Draws for Sorcerer's Grasp of the Grave Customization-FWI| ** |9pm: Tales of Chivalry-WL| ** |9pm: Fabric of Our Lifes-CYS| (All Times Eastern) .
look
[Guardian Keep, Grand Audience] (14119029)
Blazing on high, a domed ceiling of stained glass is imbued with swirls of golden and crimson that form the lithe musculature of a spread-winged wyvern staring down upon the audience chamber. Marble pillars, limned in fiery shades by the creature's span, foist vibrant scarlet banners bordered in washes of golden brocade. Armored statues stand to either side of a plush red velvet carpet scaling the mass of a lasimor dais centered with an immense solid gold throne beside a silver feather-fanned throne. You also see a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
Also here: Admiral Kakoon
Obvious exits: none
>
Kakoon reaches into the depths of his leather herb kit. Almost immediately, a low, grinding whir begins to emanate from it.
>
Loosening its bindings, Kakoon frees a cire leather herb kit scuffed at the corners from his belt.
>
Kakoon put a cire leather herb kit scuffed at the corners in his cloak.
>
Kakoon securely attaches a doeskin rucksack to his belt, resting the rucksack on his hip.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Dantilli echo in your mind:
Anyone around to promote stun manuvers?
You hear the Merchant thoughts of Moradan echo in your mind:
Selling up to S6. 650 bonus. 3.5mil/week.
fold back
You fold your hands behind your back, waiting patiently.
>
Loremaster Rohese's group just came through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
>
Rohese beams, her eyes filled with delight!
>look
[Guardian Keep, Grand Audience] (14119029)
Blazing on high, a domed ceiling of stained glass is imbued with swirls of golden and crimson that form the lithe musculature of a spread-winged wyvern staring down upon the audience chamber. Marble pillars, limned in fiery shades by the creature's span, foist vibrant scarlet banners bordered in washes of golden brocade. Armored statues stand to either side of a plush red velvet carpet scaling the mass of a lasimor dais centered with an immense solid gold throne beside a silver feather-fanned throne. You also see a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
Also here: Rivienne, Lady Vellani, Loremaster Rohese, Admiral Kakoon
Obvious exits: none
>
Rohese nods respectfully at Kakoon.
>
Kakoon nods to Rohese in greeting.
>smile rohese
You smile at Rohese.
>
Vellani smiles at Kakoon.
>look rohese
You see Loremaster Rohese Bayvel Illistim the Arborcartographer.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is taller than average with a slender willowy form. She appears to be of a tender age. She has silver-lashed misty grey eyes and preternaturally pale skin. She has lustrous, cool silver hair swept back beneath a simply woven headband of trilateral ice blue-grey leaves and tucked behind the ears. She has slender ears peeking through her hair that taper to fine points. Her composed expression has a sense of scholarly authority despite her youthful, fey-like appearance.
She has a scattering of tiny opal droplets set along the slender tips of her pointed ears, a cascade of tiny silver stars tattooed over her right eyebrow that fades into her hairline, and an inking of a faint star constellation on her neck.
She has the subtle hint of ghost blue pigment upon her bow-shaped lips.
She has occasional faint traces of text flowing beneath her visible skin.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a luxuriously soft blizzard blue vicuna coat swaddled in pale teal fur, a halter of triquetra-configured silver chains over a seafoam silk cotehardie rent at the shoulder seams to form low-draping sleeves, a fused silver and nimbus opal bangle, and some pallid grey leather slippers cross-laced in silk.
>
Speaking to Rohese, Kakoon asks, "Good to see you, I hope you are well?"
>
Arbeia arrives through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors, her figure partially obscured by the flickering form of an enormous scorpion made of smoldering saffron light skittering beside her.
>
Rivienne curtsies politely.
>
Vellani curtsies gracefully to Kakoon.
>
Arbeia glances at a niello silver throne fanning wrought peacock feathers.
>
Speaking softly in Elven to Kakoon, Rohese says something you don't understand.
>
Kakoon bows to Vellani.
>
Emissary Thrassus arrives through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors, his figure partially obscured by the flickering form of a glinting stygian scarab beetle made of misty sanguine light skittering beside him.
>
Speaking softly in Elven to Kakoon, Rohese says something you don't understand.
>
Arbeia gazes in wonder at her surroundings.
>
Murharzarm just came through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
>
Thrassus nods at Murharzarm.
>
Thrassus grins.
>
Rohese smiles at you.
>
Sirona just came through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
>
Speaking softly in Elven to you, Rohese asks something you don't understand.
>
Master Aendir's group just came through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
>beam sirona
You beam happily at Sirona!
>
Sirona smiles at you.
>look
[Guardian Keep, Grand Audience] (14119029)
Blazing on high, a domed ceiling of stained glass is imbued with swirls of golden and crimson that form the lithe musculature of a spread-winged wyvern staring down upon the audience chamber. Marble pillars, limned in fiery shades by the creature's span, foist vibrant scarlet banners bordered in washes of golden brocade. Armored statues stand to either side of a plush red velvet carpet scaling the mass of a lasimor dais centered with an immense solid gold throne beside a silver feather-fanned throne. You also see a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
Also here: Lady Elaejia, Master Aendir, Sirona, Murharzarm, Emissary Thrassus, Arbeia, Rivienne, Lady Vellani, Loremaster Rohese, Admiral Kakoon
Obvious exits: none
>
Sirona hugs you, and you wrap her in a warm embrace, and you detect the faint scent of crisp cleanliness around her.
>
Arbeia nods to Aendir in greeting.
>
Arbeia nods to Elaejia in greeting.
>
Aendir smiles.
>
Arbeia clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.
>
Speaking softly to you, Rohese apologizes, "Old habits, sorry."
>hug sirona
Aendir nods in greeting.
>
You hug Sirona, and she wraps you in a warm embrace in return.
>
Speaking in Elven to Arbeia, Rivienne asks something you don't understand.
>
Speaking softly to you, Rohese repeats, "I don't believe we have met?"
>
Speaking in Elven, Arbeia asks something you don't understand.
>
Sirona leans over and whispers, "So good to see you."
>
Arbeia smiles at Rivienne.
>
Sirona smiles.
>
Speaking in Elven, Arbeia says something you don't understand.
>
Arbeia gazes in wonder at her surroundings.
>
Rivienne nods at Arbeia.
>
Speaking in Elven, Arbeia says something you don't understand.
>
Speaking amusedly to Arbeia, Aendir says, "Mine too."
>
Arbeia nods at Aendir.
>'I am Lord Balantine Farhorizon, from Wehnimer's Landing
You quietly say, "I am Lord Balantine Farhorizon, from Wehnimer's Landing."
>
Speaking in Elven to Arbeia, Rivienne says something you don't understand.
>
Rohese smiles at you.
>bow rohese
You bow to Rohese.
>
Speaking in Elven, Arbeia says something you don't understand.
>
You hear very soft footsteps.
>
Elaejia clears her throat.
>
Aendir chuckles.
>You hear the OOC thoughts of Tsalinx echo in your mind:
Frostling in the glade.

Aendir says, "Likely not."
>
Sirona smiles at Dendum.
>
Arbeia says, "Ah pardon, yes I should speak common."
>
Squire Legionnaire Kencathedrus just marched stiffly through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
>
Arbeia nods.
>
Speaking graciously to you, Rohese introduces, "Rohese Bayvel of House Illistim, a pleasure to meet you."
>
Her hand lowered, Sirona gives Dendum a subtle wave.
>
Arbeia glances at you and clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.
>
Elaejia folds her hands.
>
Rohese smiles at Dendum.
>
Rivienne glances between Elaejia and Aendir.
>
Arbeia says, "My apologies."
>
Elaejia smiles at Rivienne.
>
Aendir smiles at Rivienne.
>You hear the OOC thoughts of Nidal echo in your mind:
The Frostling in the Glade was a judge on the Masked Singer.

Speaking in Elven, Rivienne says something you don't understand.
>
Speaking to Rohese, Dendum remarks, "Keep is full of lost."
>'Aye, the pleasure is mine
You quietly say, "Aye, the pleasure is mine."
>
Arbeia nods to Dendum in greeting.
>
Speaking to you, Vellani says, "You have traveled far. Welcome."
>
Kencathedrus performs a bow characteristic of the Vaalor before Rohese.
>
Dendum nods at Arbeia.
>
Speaking warmly to Dendum, Rohese greets, "I'm glad you could make it."
>
Rohese smiles at Kencathedrus.
>
Vellani curtsies gracefully to you.
>
Straightening her back, Rohese gives a formal, low curtsy to Kencathedrus. She inclines her head as well, giving Kencathedrus a brief nod.
>
Speaking to Rohese, Kencathedrus says, "A pleasure to see you again miss."
>
Speaking warmly to Kencathedrus, Rohese says, "We meet again."
>
Speaking to Rivienne, Elaejia replies, "It is good to see you as always, Lady Mandaire."
>You hear the Help thoughts of Dhevlyn echo in your mind:
I so miss profession channels.

Lucraine just came through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|PLAYER SHOP-SOL| On Friday, January 31, at 2pm, Shop Manager Ionoo visits the citizen-owned shops in Solhaven. He will be verifying all building codes and standards are being met. He will also have a shop deed for one lucky citizen. You must have been a citizen for at least 30 days to qualify.
'This is nae the first visit, I'm well known at the local Warrior Guild and offer my services for any training assistance
You quietly say, "This is nae the first visit, I'm well known at the local Warrior Guild and offer my services for any training assistance."
>
Speaking warmly to Rohese, Kencathedrus says, "Indeed we do."
>
Arbeia says, "Ah, the bard is here."
>
Arbeia points at Lucraine.
>
Meril just came through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
>
Speaking in Elven to Rivienne, Aendir says something you don't understand.
>
Arbeia glances at Lucraine and clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.
>
Rohese surreptitiously glances at Lucraine.
>
Rohese smiles at Meril.
>
Sweeping his arm outward, Lucraine bows low in a grand fashion.
>
Riend just came through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
>
Kencathedrus performs a bow characteristic of the Vaalor before Lucraine.
>
Rivienne smiles at Aendir.
>
Sirona smiles at Meril.
>
Rivienne nods in greeting at Meril.
>
Meril nods in greeting.
>
Speaking warmly to Meril, Rohese greets, "How lovely to see you."
>
Her hand lowered, Sirona gives Meril a subtle wave.
>
Arbeia nods to Meril in greeting.
>greet meril
You nod to Meril in greeting.
>
Arbeia nods to Riend in greeting.
>
Speaking to Lucraine, Kencathedrus says, "Good to see again as well sir."
>
Arbeia glances at Riend and clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.
>
You hear very soft footsteps.
>
Rohese smiles at Riend.
>look
[Guardian Keep, Grand Audience] (14119029)
Blazing on high, a domed ceiling of stained glass is imbued with swirls of golden and crimson that form the lithe musculature of a spread-winged wyvern staring down upon the audience chamber. Marble pillars, limned in fiery shades by the creature's span, foist vibrant scarlet banners bordered in washes of golden brocade. Armored statues stand to either side of a plush red velvet carpet scaling the mass of a lasimor dais centered with an immense solid gold throne beside a silver feather-fanned throne. You also see a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
Also here: Riend, Meril, Lucraine, Squire Legionnaire Kencathedrus, Lady Elaejia, Master Aendir, Sirona, Murharzarm, Emissary Thrassus, Arbeia, Rivienne, Lady Vellani, Loremaster Rohese, Admiral Kakoon
Obvious exits: none
>
Riend inclines her head.
>
Sirona smiles at Riend.
>open my back
You open a weathered backsack embroidered with an empath healing a kneeling warrior.
>
Sirona nods to Riend in greeting.
>
Lucraine grandiosely says, "Good evening everyone."
>
Meril glances around, her eyes falling briefly on each aspect of her surroundings.
>
Riend joins Sirona's group.
>
Lucraine turns to face Rohese.
>
Aendir nods in greeting at Lucraine.
>
Elaejia nods in greeting at Meril.
>
Arbeia quietly says, "I plan to head back to Ta'Illistim when this is over and set up for the Wisteria Markets."
>
Rivienne smiles at Lucraine.
>
Speaking softly to Sirona, Rohese says, "My apologies, I didn't see you there."
>
Arbeia nods at Rivienne.
>
Rohese smiles at Sirona.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Dhevlyn echo in your mind:
How do i use suffused grit?

Riend politely says, "Good afternoon."
>
Sirona smiles at Rohese.
>
Speaking in Elven, Murharzarm says something you don't understand.
>
Speaking softly to Arbeia, Rohese exclaims, "I shall be doing the same!"
>
Arbeia glances at Riend.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Baykal echo in your mind:
Suffuse apply.

Arbeia quietly says, "Wait til you see what i have acquired."
>get linen sack
You remove a cyan linen sack from in your weathered backsack.
>
Bathcwyn Missoni's group flounces through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors amidst a diffuse cloud of prismatic glitter.
>
Speaking quietly to Rohese, Sirona says, "Always good to see you."
>
Arbeia grins at Riend.
>open my sack
You open a cyan linen sack.
>
Speaking in Elven to Arbeia, Rivienne says something you don't understand.
>
Arbeia beams happily at Rohese!
>
Sirona smiles at Rohese.
>
Riend cocks her head at Arbeia.
>
Rohese giggles softly at Arbeia.
>
Her hand lowered, Missoni gives a subtle wave.
>
Dendum just slipped quietly through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors, his group following closely.
>
Thrassus nods to Missoni in greeting.
>
Arbeia smirks at Riend.
>
Tabubu nods approvingly at Dendum.
>
Thrassus nods to Perigourd in greeting.
>
Missoni smiles at Thrassus.
>
Arbeia folds her hands.
>
Perigourd nods in greeting.
>
Arbeia nods to Tabubu in greeting.
>
Rohese smiles at Perigourd.
>
Arbeia nods to Trallihn in greeting.
>
Tabubu quietly says, "Sha'haisa, Dendum."
>
Missoni cheerfully greets, "Fair afternoon."
>
Trallihn grunts in greeting.
>
Rohese glances at Tabubu and clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.
>
Arbeia says, "Greetings my friends."
>
Arbeia nods to Perigourd in greeting.
>
Arbeia clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.
>
Trallihn nods to Arbeia in greeting.
>
Gwynek just came through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
>
Sirona smiles at Missoni.
>
Speaking to Arbeia, Riend teases, "I hope you do not plan to keep me in suspense for too long."
>get colo from my sack
You remove a bottle of spicy cologne from in your linen sack.
>
Her hand lowered, Sirona gives Missoni a subtle wave.
>
Arbeia grins at Riend.
>
Trallihn quickly combs his fingers through his beard, then flicks away a handful of fleas with a grunt of amusement.
>
Speaking carefully to Trallihn, Rohese greets, "Trallihn."
>
Speaking to Tabubu, Dendum says, ""Hrmm yes greetings...go find more lost."
>
Lucraine tilts his head down.
>rub my colo
You rub a bottle of spicy cologne in your hand.
>
Murharzarm nods in greeting.
>
Rohese cocks her head at Lucraine.
>pour colo on balantine
Her hand lowered, Missoni gives Sirona a subtle wave.
>
You pour a few drops of liquid from your spicy cologne onto yourself.
That was the last of it.
You discard the empty spicy cologne.
>
You hear very soft footsteps.
>
Arbeia says, "You will have to be antsy throughout all of court."
>
Arbeia nods at Riend.
>close my sack
You close a cyan linen sack.
>
Tabubu tilts her head in Lucraine's general direction, the folds of her hood obscuring her expression from view.
>
Arbeia says, "Try to control yourself."
>put sack in my back
You put a cyan linen sack in your weathered backsack.
>
Arbeia begins chuckling at Riend!
>
Kencathedrus squints.
>
Tabubu joins Trallihn's group.
>
Arbeia says, "It will be difficult I know."
>look
[Guardian Keep, Grand Audience] (14119029)
Blazing on high, a domed ceiling of stained glass is imbued with swirls of golden and crimson that form the lithe musculature of a spread-winged wyvern staring down upon the audience chamber. Marble pillars, limned in fiery shades by the creature's span, foist vibrant scarlet banners bordered in washes of golden brocade. Armored statues stand to either side of a plush red velvet carpet scaling the mass of a lasimor dais centered with an immense solid gold throne beside a silver feather-fanned throne. You also see a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
Also here: Gwynek, Trallihn, Tabubu, Perigourd, Bathcwyn Missoni, Riend, Meril, Lucraine, Squire Legionnaire Kencathedrus, Lady Elaejia, Master Aendir, Sirona, Murharzarm, Emissary Thrassus, Arbeia, Rivienne, Lady Vellani, Loremaster Rohese, Admiral Kakoon
Obvious exits: none
>
Arbeia nods.
>
The angry throaty growl of a kish'enda suddenly erupts from near Tabubu.
>
Perigourd folds his hands behind his back.
>
With a graceful discipline, Tabubu's shoulders straighten while her fingers interlock in the small of her back.
>
Speaking dryly to Arbeia, Riend says, "I believe that will not difficult for a number of reasons."
>
Arbeia begins chuckling at Riend!
>
Lord Teveriel just came through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
>
Riend nods to Perigourd in greeting.
>
Arbeia glances at Teveriel and clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.
>
Perigourd subtly splays the first two fingers and thumb of his hand, waving them toward Riend in a casual Turamzzyrian salute.
>
Thrassus nods to Teveriel in greeting.
>
Sirona smiles at Perigourd.
>
Rohese excitedly chides, "Missoni! Hiding in the crowd."
>
Gwynek nods to Teveriel in greeting.
>
Teveriel inclines his head.
>
Vellani smiles at Teveriel.
>
Leaning in towards Missoni's right cheek, Rohese lightly kisses the air and quickly switches to her left to repeat the motion.
>
Vellani curtsies gracefully to Teveriel.
>
Sirona nods to Perigourd in greeting.
>
Missoni gazes in amusement at Rohese.
>
Arbeia glances at Missoni and clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.
>smile balantine
Perigourd places an arm against his waist and courteously bows to Sirona.
>
You smile quietly to yourself.
>
Rivienne nods in greeting at Teveriel.
>warsalute chivalrous peri
You face Perigourd and crisply render a chivalrous salute.
>
Sirona smiles.
>
Speaking warmly to Teveriel, Rohese greets, "Lord Anduin, how lovely to see you."
>
Sirona bobs down and back up in a quick curtsy.
>
Perigourd faces you and crisply renders a chivalrous salute.
>
Rohese smiles at Teveriel.
>
Speaking to Rohese, Missoni says, "You know how I like to sneak in."
>
Rohese looks thoughtfully at Lucraine.
>look
[Guardian Keep, Grand Audience] (14119029)
Blazing on high, a domed ceiling of stained glass is imbued with swirls of golden and crimson that form the lithe musculature of a spread-winged wyvern staring down upon the audience chamber. Marble pillars, limned in fiery shades by the creature's span, foist vibrant scarlet banners bordered in washes of golden brocade. Armored statues stand to either side of a plush red velvet carpet scaling the mass of a lasimor dais centered with an immense solid gold throne beside a silver feather-fanned throne. You also see a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
Also here: Lord Teveriel, Gwynek, Trallihn, Tabubu, Perigourd, Bathcwyn Missoni, Riend, Meril, Lucraine, Squire Legionnaire Kencathedrus, Lady Elaejia, Master Aendir, Sirona, Murharzarm, Emissary Thrassus, Arbeia, Rivienne, Lady Vellani, Loremaster Rohese, Admiral Kakoon
Obvious exits: none
>
Teveriel pleasantly greets, "Good afternoon."
>
Missoni smiles at Arbeia.
>
Rohese giggles softly at Missoni.
>
Arbeia joins Trallihn's group.
>
Sirona agrees with Riend.
>
Missoni nods to Teveriel in greeting.
>
Her hand lowered, Riend gives Missoni a subtle wave.
>smile missoni
You smile at Missoni.
>
Riend nods to Teveriel in greeting.
>
Arbeia withdraws what appears to be a tiny perfume stopper from her zhiqietz ampoule. With deft movements, she dabs the slender glass wand behind each ear before returning it to the ampoule.
>
Speaking cheerfully to you, Missoni says, "Sir Balantine, how good to see you."
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Sorrenn echo in your mind:
Selling up to a +37 enchant 750 bonus 60 per.

Sirona whispers something to Riend.
>
Speaking playfully to Missoni, Rohese says, "So sneaky."
>
Aendir nods in greeting at Teveriel.
>'Aye, tis good to be here
You quietly say, "Aye, tis good to be here."
>
Rohese wiggles her nose at Missoni.
>
Teveriel glances appraisingly around the room.
>
Missoni flashes a quick grin at Rohese.
>
Speaking in Elven to Missoni, Rivienne says something you don't understand.
>
A slight wince crosses Trallihn's face as he gives a light tug of his beard.
>
Riend nods slowly at Sirona.
>
Sirona smiles at Riend.
>
Arastir just came through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
>
Missoni blushes a dark red shade at Rivienne.
>
Arbeia looks over at Tabubu and shakes her head.
>
Rohese agrees with Rivienne.
>
Arbeia glances at Arastir and clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.
>
Arastir performs a bow characteristic of the Illistim before Arbeia.
>
Tabubu surreptitiously glances at Arbeia.
>
Sirona whispers something to Riend.
>
Looking a bit smug, Lucraine slowly taps his index finger against his temple as a knowing expression spreads across his face.
>
Speaking softly to Missoni, Rohese compliments, "Quite stunning, as always."
>
High Lord Chamberlain Caerinda just came through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
>
Arbeia shrugs at Tabubu.
>
Speaking brightly in Elven to Teveriel, Gwynek says something you don't understand.
>
Lucraine taps the tip of his mahogany cane on the ground.
>
Arbeia glances at Caerinda and clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.
>
Rohese bows her head slightly toward Arastir as she drops into a deep, respectful curtsy before him.
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Caerinda nods to Arastir in greeting.
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The mirror images surrounding Lucraine undulate and grow stronger.
Lucraine renews his songs.
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Tabubu glances down and away briefly, and a soft, silvery white haze clouds her eyes before she blinks, and it's gone.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|PREMIUM| Thagoria of the Sorcerer Guild will be raffling off a minor demon summoning rune teaching to 1 winner, to be drawn on Friday, January 31, at 9pm, outside the Mist Harbor Bank. The ticket price is 100k silvers. This includes abyran'sa. This will not be a delayed service. The winner must be a sorcerer, must be at least level 25, must be in the room, and must be Premium. If the winner already knows 5 uncommon runes, they will need to forget one to replace it.

Arastir smiles.
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Arastir performs a bow characteristic of the Illistim before Rohese.
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Rohese demurely lowers her misty grey eyes.
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Arastir nods to Caerinda in greeting.
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Vellani curtsies gracefully to Arastir.
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Speaking in Elven to Gwynek, Teveriel says something you don't understand.
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Speaking amusedly to Caerinda, Arastir asks, "I take it my stand-in duties only apply to the Argent Mirror this afternoon?"
>
Lucraine nods to Riend in greeting.
>look arastir
You see Arastir Avelleur Illistim the Sapphire Dragoon.
He appears to be an Elf.
He is tall and has a muscular, able-bodied physique. He appears to be an adult. He has almond-shaped vibrant larkspur blue eyes and fair skin. He has long, silky greyish blonde hair loosely plaited down the back, his temples framed by a circlet of fine silver filaments. He has a square-jawed face, a strong, sloping nose and a faint knick across his right eyebrow.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a leather-toggled iron grey vicuna half-cape slung over his shoulder, a suit of vethinye-crafted platemail affixed to a pauldron of bluish green imflass feathers with a throat-fastened sapphire suede jupon veiled in fine silvered mesh underneath, a set of wisteria-etched vethinye gauntlets, a pair of rein-suspended ashen leather trousers reinforced in suede across the seams, and some leather-strapped vethinye sabatons riveted in tonal imflass.
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Dendum just slipped quietly through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors, his group following closely.
>look caerinda
You see High Lord Chamberlain Caerinda Tindraele Vaalor.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is taller than average. She appears to be middle-aged. She has thick-lashed peridot green eyes and alabaster skin. She has long, deep auburn hair swept up with a gilded comb, loose curls tumbling in a cascade down her back. She has a softly angled face, a narrow, aquiline nose and a dimpled chin.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a navel-length necklace of pale pearls, a sleeveless white chiffon robe deeply folded in gilt-swept layers over a gold crepe underrobe thrice-split along the bloused sleeves, several elaborate rings of varying design, and a pair of high aureate silk chopines crafted from tonal jacquard.
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Dendum bows to Yunni.
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Riend smiles at Lucraine.
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Arbeia nods to Yunni in greeting.
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Riend inclines her head.
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Yunni smiles at Dendum.
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Gwynek smiles at Yunni.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Pfeermae echo in your mind:
Is there an available wizard that would be able to answer some questions for me?

Rivienne smiles at Yunni.
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Rohese gently takes hold of Teveriel's hand.
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Yunni's face lights up with joy.
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Rohese clasps Lucraine's hand tenderly.
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Sirona nods in greeting.
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Sirona smiles.
>group open
Imrys just came through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
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Your group status is already open.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Granduciel echo in your mind:
Usually easier to just ask the audience.

Rohese gently takes hold of Yunni's hand.
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You hear very soft footsteps.
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His hand lowered, Gwynek gives Yunni a subtle wave.
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Arbeia nods to Imrys in greeting.
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Lord Kothos just came through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
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Lucraine beams happily at Yunni!
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Tabubu gazes about with intense interest at her surroundings, her moonlight silver eyes pausing briefly on everything nearby.
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Arbeia smiles at Kothos.
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Kothos nods gratefully at Imrys.
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Yunni grins at Lucraine.
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Arbeia glances at Kothos and clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.
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Kothos smiles at Arbeia.
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Sweeping his arm outward, Lucraine bows low in a grand fashion before Yunni.
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Thrassus nods to Kothos in greeting.
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Kothos strides over to stand before Missoni.
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Perigourd waves to Kothos.
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Rohese beams happily at Kothos!
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Yunni places an arm against her waist and courteously bows to Lucraine.
>greet kothos
Missoni's face lights up with joy for Kothos.
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You smile and nod to Kothos in greeting.
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Kothos gives Missoni a lingering kiss on the cheek.
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Missoni gives Kothos a lingering kiss on the cheek.
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Kothos waves to Perigourd.
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Kothos bows to you.
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Aendir joins Rohese's group.
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Sirona smiles at Kothos.
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Kothos smiles at Rohese.
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Elaejia joins Rohese's group.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Lilynaria echo in your mind:
Yes. so everyone can benefit! I love wizard trivia.

Speaking softly to Kothos, Rohese says, "Brother Blud, how delightful."
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Speaking to Yunni, Lucraine says, "Evening Adjutant."
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Trallihn places a hand on his grey cocklebur, causing its sickly green glow to fade.
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Kothos bows to Elaejia.
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The visage of a fly briefly obscures Trallihn's face before the illusion shatters into motes of splotchy dandruff-hued light.
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Kothos smiles at Aendir.
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Elaejia smiles at Kothos.
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Murharzarm nods in greeting at Kothos.
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Speaking warmly to Kothos, Missoni greets, "Fair afternoon."
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You hear very soft footsteps.
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Arbeia folds her hands.
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Elaejia inclines her head.
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Touching one finger to the surface of the kobold scalp fetish pinned to his chest, Trallihn closes his yellowed eyes and slows his breathing. After a few moments, the flickering splotchy dandruff-hued visage of a bloated fly overlays his face for a few seconds before disappearing into fading motes of light.
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Pulling and tugging on the fabric, Tabubu arranges the hood of her silk cowl to better conceal her features.
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Kothos says, "Good afternoon, my friends."
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Rohese nods appreciatively at Dendum.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Pfeermae echo in your mind:
Was needing help with getting into the wizards guild.

Kothos rests a gentle hand on Rohese's arm.
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Rohese blushes a rosy pink shade at Kothos.
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Speaking in Elven to Lucraine, Yunni greets something you don't understand.
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Kothos smiles at Thrassus.
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Rohese demurely lowers her misty grey eyes.
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Yunni clears her throat.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Thremkin echo in your mind:
First step is to be a wizard.

Lucraine whispers something to Yunni.
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Tabubu's eyes grow wide and her features fall slack as she slips into a deep trance.
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Kakoon begins to breathe less deeply.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Thremkin echo in your mind:
Then you have to be level 15.

The dim aura fades from around Kakoon.
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Trallihn uses the heel of his palm to rub at his right eye, producing an odd squelching sound.
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Kothos winks at Imrys.
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Imrys laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.
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Lucraine glances around, looking a bit less confident.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Pfeermae echo in your mind:
I am both of those.
You hear the Invoker thoughts of echo in your mind:
The invoker thinks, "Residents of Mist Harbor, I am currently at Honeysuckle and Rose Avenue and offering spells to those in need."
look
[Guardian Keep, Grand Audience] (14119029)
Blazing on high, a domed ceiling of stained glass is imbued with swirls of golden and crimson that form the lithe musculature of a spread-winged wyvern staring down upon the audience chamber. Marble pillars, limned in fiery shades by the creature's span, foist vibrant scarlet banners bordered in washes of golden brocade. Armored statues stand to either side of a plush red velvet carpet scaling the mass of a lasimor dais centered with an immense solid gold throne beside a silver feather-fanned throne. You also see a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
Also here: Dendum, Lord Kothos, Imrys, Adjutant Yunni, High Lord Chamberlain Caerinda, Arastir, Lord Teveriel, Gwynek, Trallihn, Tabubu, Perigourd, Bathcwyn Missoni, Riend, Meril, Lucraine, Squire Legionnaire Kencathedrus, Lady Elaejia, Master Aendir, Sirona, Murharzarm, Emissary Thrassus, Arbeia, Rivienne, Lady Vellani, Loremaster Rohese, Admiral Kakoon
Obvious exits: none
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Kothos smiles at Riend.
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Lucraine raises his white cotton handkerchief to his nose and inhales deeply.
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The tingling sensation and sense of security leaves Lucraine.
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Kothos nods to Meril in greeting.
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Tabubu places a hand over her heart.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Pfeermae echo in your mind:
Well older than 15.

Tabubu casually glances about, her moonlight silver eyes reflective pools that mirror everything around her.
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Riend nods politely at Kothos.
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Tabubu blinks several times as she slowly comes out of her trance.
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Stassy just came through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
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Arbeia smiles at Tabubu.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Thremkin echo in your mind:
Then you get an invitation and you go to the guild and you ask the guild master if you can join, then you pay him a bribe and you're in.

Yunni whispers something to Lucraine.
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Her hand lowered, Riend gives Imrys a subtle wave.
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Yunni smiles at Lucraine.
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Speaking affectionately to Rohese, Kothos says, "I thank you for the reminder."
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Tabubu tilts her head back.
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Arbeia raises an eyebrow in Tabubu's direction.
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Imrys smiles at Riend.
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Speaking to Tabubu, Trallihn says, "This may be the fanciest place ya drug me yet..."
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Trallihn jams his pinky finger into his ear and digs deep, his eyes rolling with satisifaction.
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Caerinda makes her way through the crowd to the foot of the dais.
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Arbeia begins chuckling at Trallihn!
>You hear the Help thoughts of Pfeermae echo in your mind:
I may have missed the invitation part.

Arbeia says, "I'm surprised they let you in here my smelly friend."
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You notice a brief flutter of the hairs across Trallihn's beard. He spends a moment stroking his palm gently beneath his chin.
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Speaking to Rohese, Kothos says, "That is a remarkable shade of blue, on you."
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Arbeia smiles at Trallihn.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Pfeermae echo in your mind:
Do I have to be in a specific town?

Trallihn's tattered filthy towel shakes back and forth for a short couple of moments.
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Speaking to Arbeia, Trallihn says, "The tarp keeps comin in handy..."
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Rohese blushes a rosy pink shade at Kothos.
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Trallihn nods to a torn and tattered filthy towel covered in questionable stains.
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Arbeia chuckles to herself.
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Lucraine whispers something to Yunni.
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Speaking bashfully to Kothos, Rohese says, "Why, thank you."
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Rohese wrinkles her nose.
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Speaking quietly to Trallihn, Tabubu says, "I question myself on this, but sometimes it is just how it is to be."
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Kothos chuckles.
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Yunni nods approvingly at Lucraine.
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Caerinda examines Trallihn closely, sizing him up and taking note of all the details.
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Caerinda frowns.
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Arbeia smiles at Caerinda.
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Lucraine nods in agreement at Sirona.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Thremkin echo in your mind:
I don't think so, but have you tried going to the guild?

Sirona nods understandingly at Lucraine.
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Arbeia says, "He is who is is."
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Arbeia nods at Caerinda.
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Sirona focuses on Lucraine with intense concentration.
Lucraine's right hand wound gradually fades, forming on Sirona's right hand instead.
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Kothos gives Rohese a series of teasing little prods along the spine.
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Sirona murmurs soft words into the air, the liquid syllables summoning the spirits to her aid.
Sirona concentrates.
The magic fizzles ineffectually.
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Arbeia says, "He cannot be helped."
>You hear the Help thoughts of Pfeermae echo in your mind:
I did but it wouldn't let me in.

Arbeia shrugs at Caerinda.
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Sirona murmurs soft words into the air, the liquid syllables summoning the spirits to her aid.
Sirona concentrates.
The magic fizzles ineffectually.
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Sirona wavers with sudden fatigue.
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Kothos smiles at Sirona.
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Lucraine whispers something to Sirona.
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Sirona murmurs soft words into the air, the liquid syllables summoning the spirits to her aid.
Sirona concentrates.
The magic fizzles ineffectually.
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Arbeia says, "One must accept him as such."
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Imrys joins Rohese's group.
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Kencathedrus stretches.
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Rohese giggles softly at Kothos.
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Arbeia nods.
>
Rohese just nudged Kothos.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Pfeermae echo in your mind:
Maybe I need to have coin on me.

Sirona's group just went through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
>
Rohese glances at Kothos before averting her gaze.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|MERCHANT| Qozahr the Magnificent will spin for 5 winners to receive magic item recharging for 1 item on Monday, January 27 at 7pm, outside the Wehnimer's Landing temple in Erebor Square. Cost is variable depending on the item. Only those customers Qozahr has not done recharging for this year are eligible. Note that the merchant recharging of a magical item will reduce its maximum possible charges by 5 each time it is recharged.

Riend just came through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Thremkin echo in your mind:
Well no. Are you F2P or something?

Riend folds her hands.
>
Gwynek gently tugs at the crimson dragonstalk on his grey cloudsilk shirt, discreetly rearranging the greenery.
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Sirona just came through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
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Sirona nods once.
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Kencathedrus glances around the room.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Pfeermae echo in your mind:
No I'm prime.

Arbeia nods at Tabubu.
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Arbeia nods.
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Arbeia smiles.
>
Kothos grins at Rohese.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Thremkin echo in your mind:
Well I'm stumped.

Rohese giggles softly at Kothos.
>
Thrassus joins Rohese's group.
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Kencathedrus joins Rohese's group.
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Kothos joins Rohese's group.
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Kencathedrus nods at Rohese.
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Kothos bows to Teveriel.
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Murharzarm joins Rohese's group.
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Teveriel inclines his head.
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Kothos smiles at Murharzarm.
>look rohese
You see Loremaster Rohese Bayvel Illistim the Arborcartographer.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is taller than average with a slender willowy form. She appears to be of a tender age. She has silver-lashed misty grey eyes and preternaturally pale skin. She has lustrous, cool silver hair swept back beneath a simply woven headband of trilateral ice blue-grey leaves and tucked behind the ears. She has slender ears peeking through her hair that taper to fine points. Her composed expression has a sense of scholarly authority despite her youthful, fey-like appearance.
She has a scattering of tiny opal droplets set along the slender tips of her pointed ears, a cascade of tiny silver stars tattooed over her right eyebrow that fades into her hairline, and an inking of a faint star constellation on her neck.
She has the subtle hint of ghost blue pigment upon her bow-shaped lips.
She has occasional faint traces of text flowing beneath her visible skin.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a luxuriously soft blizzard blue vicuna coat swaddled in pale teal fur, a halter of triquetra-configured silver chains over a seafoam silk cotehardie rent at the shoulder seams to form low-draping sleeves, a fused silver and nimbus opal bangle, and some pallid grey leather slippers cross-laced in silk.
>
Teveriel notes, "Brother Blud."
>You hear the Help thoughts of Haaplo echo in your mind:
The recruiter isn't just sitting outside of the inn you walk out of to ambush you and ask you to join the guild - it usually takes a bit of time once you hit the level 15 reequirement.

At the edge of your hearing, you hear a hushed voice whisper from nearby, "I was deadlier than any plague, and twice as effective."
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Rohese surreptitiously glances at Kothos.
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Aendir leans softly against Elaejia.
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One of the bleeding fairy helmet mushrooms on Dendum's fragmented staff quivers, shaking free a shower of golden spores.
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Rohese demurely lowers her misty grey eyes.
>
Vellani smiles at Kencathedrus.
>
Elaejia smiles quietly to herself.
>
Kencathedrus performs a bow characteristic of the Vaalor before Vellani.
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Vellani curtsies gracefully to Kencathedrus.
>
A an alternating line of gilt-armored legionnaires and silver-armored Sapphire Guards file in through the archway, their martial march echoing in the marble chamber. They split off to the left and right, where they assemble in evenly spaced rows along the walls, the weight of their gaze falling upon you.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Pfeermae echo in your mind:
I'm at Kraken fall's do I need to go back to the landing?

Kencathedrus inclines his ear, listening intently.
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Rohese gazes with interest at her surroundings.
>
Kothos ponders.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Dhevlyn echo in your mind:
Kin also get a member ta bring ye in kint ye?

Thrassus folds his hands behind his back.
>
Aendir whispers something to Elaejia.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Haaplo echo in your mind:
No.

Riend turns to face a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
>
Kothos glances at Thrassus.
>
Sirona takes a few steps back.
>
Kothos smiles quietly to himself.
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Elaejia chuckles to herself.
>
Rohese gently takes hold of Gwynek's hand.
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Missoni folds her hands.
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Aendir gazes in amusement at Elaejia.
>
One legionnaire steps forward into the space between two columns, lifting a crimson-bannered trumpet to her lips and issuing a single, short blast.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Pfeermae echo in your mind:
Was that no for me or Dhevlyn?

Perigourd casually observes his surroundings.
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Rohese wrinkles her nose.
>
(Teveriel's gaze sweeps over the assembled legionnaires, offering slight nods to the ones familiar to him.)
>
Trallihn's sentient potato whistles a jaunty little ditty!
>
Riend joins Rohese's group.
>
The legionnaire announces, "High Lord Chamberlain Caerinda Tindraele Vaalor."
>You hear the Help thoughts of Haaplo echo in your mind:
You don't need to be in any particular time - they'll just show up in their own time.

Tabubu tilts her head in Dendum's general direction, the folds of her hood obscuring her expression from view.
>
Tabubu's eyes crinkle slightly at the edges.

>You hear the Help thoughts of Haaplo echo in your mind:
Town, that is.

Caerinda nods once.
>
Sirona joins Rohese's group.
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Caerinda invitingly says, "Welcome legionnaires and members of the Sapphire Guard, citizens of Ta'Illistim and Ta'Vaalor, visitors, and dignitaries. The court session will commence shortly."
>You hear the Help thoughts of Pfeermae echo in your mind:
If I missed the invite what do I do?

Arbeia turns an inquisitive ear toward Caerinda.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Dhevlyn echo in your mind:
I didn say no.

Kencathedrus turns an inquisitive ear toward Caerinda.
>
Kothos bows to Caerinda.
>
A minuscule blue-grey snow flea extricates itself from the depths of Trallihn's beard. It sets out across the vast expanse of his facial hair like a mountain goat traversing the Dragonspine. Despite a few slips and missteps, it perseveres until reaching the other side where it triumphantly burrows its way down in once again.
>
Vellani nods respectfully at Caerinda.
>
Teveriel gazes at Caerinda.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Pfeermae echo in your mind:
I'm 20 and don't recall ever getting invited.

Yunni folds her hands behind her back.
>
Teveriel folds his hands behind his back.
>
Yunni turns an inquisitive ear toward Caerinda.
>
Caerinda reminds, "This is a joint court session, and as such, we request that you adhere to court protocol for both city-states in attendance, and show respect for Argent Mirror Sayilla Illistim, her Illumination, as equally as one would to our Sovereign Commander, King Qalinor, the Excellence of Vaalor."
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Tenacity echo in your mind:
If you have ever wanted to fish with your fishing pole come on over to the Wisteria Market. Nice little two-handed weapon just waiting for you fisherfolk!
You hear the Help thoughts of Jarnia echo in your mind:
I don't think it matters if you didn't see the invite.. it would still work. You'd just go to the guild and they'd let you in.

The mirror images surrounding Lucraine undulate and grow stronger.
Lucraine renews his songs.
>
Coarse laughter sounds from Trallihn's tattered filthy towel, which quickly dies down into a hacking cough.
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Sirona folds her hands.
>
Gwynek folds his hands behind his back.
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Aendir folds his hands behind his back.
>
Arbeia folds her hands.
>
Caerinda continues, "Weapons and shields should remain undrawn. One should not speak out of turn, and neither leader should be approached or addressed without express permission. Misconduct will require us to remove you from the session, with potential legal consequences."
>
Perigourd nods appreciatively at Kothos.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Jarnia echo in your mind:
A guild master can invite you.

Kencathedrus folds his hands behind his back.
>
Caerinda clasps her hands before her, casting a look over the faces of the room.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Haaplo echo in your mind:
What happens when you type GLD?

Gwynek turns an inquisitive ear toward Caerinda.
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Riend nods almost imperceptibly.
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Arbeia nods at Caerinda.
>
Kothos bows respectfully before Caerinda, his eyes fixed firmly on the ground.
>glance
You hear the Help thoughts of Pfeermae echo in your mind:
It says I have no guild affiliation.
>
You glance down at your empty hands.
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Perigourd begins chuckling at Missoni!
>
Caerinda warmly says, "Both leaders will take questions and hear petitions at the end of the session."
>
Missoni surreptitiously glances at Perigourd and quirks an eyebrow in his direction.
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Rohese bites her lip.
>
A look of concentration briefly passes across Lucraine's face.
The light blue glow leaves Lucraine.
>
The dull golden nimbus fades from around Aendir.
>
The misty halo fades from Aendir.
>
Aendir becomes unbalanced for a second, then recovers.
>
Aendir appears to lose some internal strength.
>
A look of concentration briefly passes across Lucraine's face.
Lucraine appears to lose some internal strength.
>look caerinda
You see High Lord Chamberlain Caerinda Tindraele Vaalor.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is taller than average. She appears to be middle-aged. She has thick-lashed peridot green eyes and alabaster skin. She has long, deep auburn hair swept up with a gilded comb, loose curls tumbling in a cascade down her back. She has a softly angled face, a narrow, aquiline nose and a dimpled chin.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a navel-length necklace of pale pearls, a sleeveless white chiffon robe deeply folded in gilt-swept layers over a gold crepe underrobe thrice-split along the bloused sleeves, several elaborate rings of varying design, and a pair of high aureate silk chopines crafted from tonal jacquard.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Yassimo echo in your mind:
When you try to enter the guild you get stopped?

Caerinda announces, "The court of Ta'Vaalor is now in session."
>
Lucraine stops singing.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
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You hear the Help thoughts of Daeguard echo in your mind:
He would have to accept the invite.

Rohese whispers something to her group.
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Kothos folds his hands behind his back.
>
In unison, the legionnaires stationed along one wall thrice strike the metal breastplates of their golden armor, the sound reverberating off the marble.
>
A low thrum and grind of gears emanates from Trallihn's second-rate case.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Haaplo echo in your mind:
Right Daeguard.

Still standing forward from the line of soldiers, the single legionnaire raises her trumpet to his lips and sounds a fanfare that fills the spacious hall with high, brassy notes.
>
Rohese whispers something to her group.
>
The silvery luminescence fades from around Tabubu.
>
The brilliant luminescence fades from around Tabubu.
>
The glowing specks of energy surrounding Tabubu suddenly shoot off in all directions, then quickly fade away.
>
Tabubu seems a bit less imposing.
>
The bright luminescence fades from around Tabubu.
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The air about Tabubu stops shimmering.
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Kothos smiles at Rohese.
>
The legionnaire lowers her trumpet to her side as she announces, "Argent Mirror Sayilla Illistim, the Reflection of her people.",
>You hear the Help thoughts of Pfeermae echo in your mind:
I am assuming it is the flickering portal in kraken falls.

Rohese glances at Kothos, her lips curving up in a slow, coy fashion.
>
Sayilla just came through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Haaplo echo in your mind:
I'm guessing if you missed the NPC invite, you'll need a PC guild master?

Yunni nods in agreement at Aendir.
>
Straightening her back, Rohese gives a formal, low curtsy to Sayilla. She inclines her head as well, giving Sayilla a brief nod.
>
Arbeia performs a traditional Tehir bow to Sayilla, her practiced movements imbued with elven grace.
>
Sayilla's attendants arrive.
>
Tabubu turns to face Sayilla.
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Kothos bows respectfully before Sayilla, his eyes fixed firmly on the ground.
>
Straightening her back, Rivienne gives a formal, low curtsy to Sayilla. She inclines her head as well, giving Sayilla a brief nod.
>warsalute bow sayilla
You bow deeply at the waist, honoring Sayilla.
>
Sayilla smiles.
>
Vellani gathers the wide skirts of her charmeuse gown in her hands and drops into a low curtsy while maintaining impeccable posture and grace.
>
Tabubu nods respectfully.
>
Missoni performs a bow characteristic of those from Solhaven.
>
Caerinda curtsies to Sayilla.
>
With a graceful flutter of her hands, Sirona sinks down in a formal curtsy.
>
Thrassus places an arm against his waist and courteously bows to Sayilla.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Pfeermae echo in your mind:
Are there any guild masters at the falls or in four winds that could invite me please?
You hear the Help thoughts of Yassimo echo in your mind:
The initial invite is just a runner to tell you to go the guild, and then you find the guildmaster in the guild.

Kakoon bows.
>
Sayilla approaches the feather-fanned throne as she turns around to face the crowd before seating herself.
>
Yunni bows deeply to Sayilla.
>
Gwynek turns to face Sayilla.
>
Rohese smiles.
>
Gwynek bows to Sayilla.
>
Murharzarm bows to Sayilla.
>
With straightened posture and a firm chin, Teveriel presents himself to Sayilla with a short, courteous bow.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Thremkin echo in your mind:
I didn't think you could "miss" the invite. Like it's just a random message you get. You don't have to take any action.
You hear the Help thoughts of Pfeermae echo in your mind:
I must have missed the runner about 5 trains ago.
You hear the Help thoughts of Dhevlyn echo in your mind:
Is there a way ta convert suffused ta regular grit?

Kencathedrus performs a bow characteristic of the Vaalor before Sayilla.
>
Meril clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.
>
Meril bows.
>
The legionnaire produces another fanfare, with a touch more flamboyancy than the last before she announces, "King Qalinor, Sovereign Commander of the Crimson Legion and the Honor, Pride, and Glory of Vaalor."
>You hear the Help thoughts of Haaplo echo in your mind:
But you could "miss" accepting the invitation, though, couldn't you?

With a graceful discipline, Tabubu's shoulders straighten while her fingers interlock in the small of her back.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Synrael echo in your mind:
No.

Kothos smiles at Rohese.
>
Rohese blushes a rosy pink shade at Kothos.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Ivise echo in your mind:
Looking to trade an old 5x longsword with a stunning skull for those stun maneuvers. it's lightly scripted, temporarily +5ohe and +3 stamina. Want to trade for a nice staff or double leathers.

Kakoon kneels down.
>
Qalinor enters through the arch before he strides toward the throne with a pair of legionnaires to his left and right, the soldiers parting any of the crowd that has spilled over onto the carpet.
>
Gwynek turns to face Qalinor.
>
Teveriel surreptitiously glances down.
>
Arbeia performs a traditional Tehir bow to Qalinor, her practiced movements imbued with elven grace.
>
Straightening her back, Rohese gives a formal, low curtsy to Qalinor. She inclines her head as well, giving Qalinor a brief nod.
>
With a graceful flutter of her hands, Sirona sinks down in a formal curtsy.
>
Teveriel bows deeply at the waist, honoring Qalinor.
>
Vellani gathers the wide skirts of her charmeuse gown in her hands and drops into a low curtsy while maintaining impeccable posture and grace.
>warsalute bow qalinor
You bow deeply at the waist, honoring Qalinor.
>
Kencathedrus snaps to attention and crisply strikes his chest with a closed fist.
>
Thrassus places an arm against his waist and courteously bows to Qalinor.
>
Perigourd bows respectfully, his eyes fixed firmly on the ground.
>
Kencathedrus kneels down.
>
Stassy curtsies to Qalinor.
>
Missoni performs a bow characteristic of those from Solhaven before Qalinor.
>look sayilla
A minuscule blue-grey snow flea suddenly grows restless and detangles itself from Trallihn's beard. It makes its way up, up, up to traverse the bare skin of Trallihn's face. He reaches up quickly as though to catch the annoying critter, but the flea simply reverses course and nestles back down and nestles back down into his facial hair once again.
>
You see Argent Mirror Sayilla Illistim, her Illumination.
Sayilla is surrounded by attendants, and a group of Sapphire Guards stands at attention nearby.
She is an Elf. She has slightly tilted pale green eyes and fair skin. She has long, glossy copper hair caught in twin seven-plaited braids draping down from a faenor-chained coronet entwined in racemes of luminescent blue-violet arathiel, the faint illumination highlighting her cheekbones. She has an oval face, a classical nose and upswept pointed ears.
She is wearing a silk-threaded necklace of vellum scales spilling down the left shoulder, a chain-caught pale ivory ruhani wool cape pinned at each shoulder blade, a right-sleeved aubergine jacquard gown caught across the open back by calligraphy-stitched lace, a vaalin-chained handflower bound to a sextet of cloisonne rings, and a pair of antique gold velvet pompes ribbon-laced across the ankles.
>
Qalinor turns to the audience and takes a seat on the gold throne, his arms upon the rests and his hands curling over the wyverns etched into the solid metal.
>look qalinor
You see King Qalinor the Sovereign Commander of the Crimson Legion.
He appears to be a Vaalor Elf.
He is tall and has a solid and husky physique. He appears to be in the prime of life. He has dark-rimmed jade green eyes and lightly freckled, fair skin. He has short, pale amber hair beneath a gilded crown embossed with a roaring wyvern head inset with luminous blazestar eyes, the back-swept horns traced with crimson. He has a classical nose and narrow pointed ears.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a silk-blended vylithen half-cape chained by gilded racemes of wisteria, a crimson-sheened jet black aqilorn tunic tailored to an asymmetric cut, a wyvern-crafted signet coiled around the left pinky finger, a gilded scabbard alight with blazestar flames, a pair of pressed obsidian wylten trousers caught with a lasimor-crafted buckle, and a pair of lustrous knitted duck-patterned aurora blue angora and antique pewter lambilen socks under a pair of knee-cutted ebon leather boots.
>
Kencathedrus stands up.
>
Gwynek bows to Qalinor.
>
Murharzarm bows to Qalinor.
>
Kothos bows respectfully before Qalinor, his eyes fixed firmly on the ground.
>
Elaejia nods slightly at Kothos.
>
The legionnaires split to either side of the throne, standing at attention.
>
Kencathedrus gazes with awe at Qalinor.
>
Lord Eril just came through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
>
Tabubu inclines her head.
>
Rohese gazes respectfully at her surroundings.
>
Yunni bows deeply to Qalinor.
>
Sirona casually observes her surroundings.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Thremkin echo in your mind:
So has anyone ever first joined the wizard guild in kraken's fall? Maybe something is broken there.

Lord Eril just went through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
>
Sister-in-Arms Roelaren just came through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
>
Rohese giggles softly at Dendum.
>
Kencathedrus folds his hands behind his back.
>
Kakoon stands up.
>
Rohese whispers something to Dendum.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Haaplo echo in your mind:
So for KF, the flickering portal is the entrance, but it involves a language puzzle.

The legionnaire announces, "Lord Legionnaire Commanders Cyik Elenelon Vaalor and Jaranzair Nashal."
>
Rohese winks at Dendum.
>
Lord Legionnaire Commander Jaranzair's group just came through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
>
Roelaren stows her fireleaf runestaff in her runestaff sling with a blaze of radiant golden light.
>
Aendir smirks.
>
Jaranzair keeps his gaze forward and his expression impassive as he travels through the crowd with Cyik at his side, who contrastingly casts sidelong glances at the audience, lingering briefly upon the Crimson Legion reservists.
>
Rohese gazes in amusement at Dendum.
>
Lord Eril just came through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
>
Rohese bows her head slightly as she drops into a deep, respectful curtsy.
>
Jaranzair pauses before King Qalinor upon the lasimor dais, both he and Cyik striking their chests with their fist before parting to stand between the throne and the pairs of legionnaires.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Yassimo echo in your mind:
Go somewhere else and try I suppose.
You hear the Help thoughts of Pfeermae echo in your mind:
I'm not even sure I'ma actually at the wizards guild tbh, i just see a portal. I can try in fourwinds.

The legionnaire announces, "High Lords of Vaalor Phinalren Ravistel and Ilvisar Ghiran, Lord Regents of the Council."
>You hear the Help thoughts of Yassimo echo in your mind:
As haaplo says theres apparently a puzzle in KF.

Kothos smiles at Vellani.
>
Rohese gazes with interest at her surroundings.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Zugzugg echo in your mind:
-[Sanctify] 764 Bonus - 4.5m/week - 150k available (up to S5)(897 bonus with 2 fixskills)
You hear the Merchant thoughts of Zugzugg echo in your mind:
-[Sanctify] 596 Bonus - 3.5m/week - 95k available (up to S2)
You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|MERCHANT-WL| On Tuesday, January 28, at 7pm, Gentleman Hoorne has Kraken's Fall-related business in Wehnimer's Landing, but after a long day of whatever it is he does, you're welcome to join him for refreshments in the Pub Room at Helga's! He will select 10 individuals to receive general alterations, lightening, or deepening work.

Phinalren walks down the carpeted aisle to the front of the crowd with Ilvisar, but they do not join the others on the dais. After each offering a bow to their king, they divert to the side, distancing themselves from the rest of the audience.
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Phinalren extends open hands while gracefully scraping his right leg behind to lean forward in a subtle bow of esteem to Sayilla.
>
Caerinda graciously adds, "We acknowledge and welcome the presence of foreign representative Envoy Thrassus of Wehnimer's Landing."
>
Kothos smiles at Thrassus.
>
Sayilla nods once at Phinalren.
>
Kothos nods respectfully at Thrassus.
>
Roelaren smiles at you.
>hug roe
Teveriel gives a sidelong glance between Phinalren and Ilvisar.
>
You hug Roelaren, and she wraps you in a warm embrace in return.
>look cyik
Thrassus nods respectfully.
>
You see Lord Legionnaire Commander Cyik Elenelon Vaalor the Crimson Legion Officer.
He appears to be an Elf.
He is average height. He appears to be old. He has jade green eyes and copper skin. He has shoulder length, grey hair. He has a bony face, a long nose and high cheekbones.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing an ebon-on-crimson brocade cape secured by three gilded chains, a tailored crimson fustian jacket adorned with ten gilt knots, a gold-trimmed dark eahnor aegis slung over his shoulder, a polished crimson vaalorn breastplate trimmed with a wide gold-leafed band with a starched white cambric shirt underneath, a gold-bound scarlet sheath, some pleated ivory vicuna trousers, and a pair of knitted wyvern-patterned vaalorn-hued silk socks under a pair of dark leather boots cuffed at the knee.
>
Rohese smiles at Thrassus.
>
Roelaren hugs you, and you wrap her in a warm embrace.
>
Caerinda says, "Our Excellency, King Qalinor will discuss current events in Ta'Vaalor."
>
Roelaren smiles at Sirona.
>look jaran
You see Lord Legionnaire Commander Jaranzair Nashal Vaalor the Crimson Legion Officer.
He appears to be an Elf.
He is shorter than average. He appears to be old. He has almond-shaped milky white eyes and bronze skin. He has cropped, steel grey hair. He has an angular face and sharp pointed ears.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a golden maedatha half-cape strapped with leather, a tailored crimson vylith jacket adorned with ten gilt knots, a suit of vaalorn plate and mail with a dark gold quilted gambeson underneath, a gilt-washed lasimor sheath traced in a vaalin inlay, some pleated ivory vicuna trousers, and a pair of knitted lion-patterned night-dark vicuna and honeyed gold maedatha socks under some polished black ebon leather boots with gilded accents.
>
Kencathedrus turns an inquisitive ear toward Qalinor.
>
Lucraine's sentient potato whistles a jaunty little ditty!
>
Her hand lowered, Sirona gives Roelaren a subtle wave.
>look phinal
You see Lord Regent Phinalren Ravistel the High Lord of Vaalor.
He appears to be a Vaalor Elf.
He is tall and has a lean build. He appears to be advanced in years. He has almond-shaped dark blue eyes and lightly tanned skin. He has short, fine white hair neatly combed into a faint wave and receding at the temples for a sharp widow's peak. He has a wrinkle-creased face, a thin, vaguely crooked nose and a lingering hint of a once-sharp jaw.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a short center-split cape draped from a heavy gold-linked chain, a dark ochre brocade doublet with overlong triangular shoulder caps over a deep claret silk tunic trimmed in gilt scrollwork, a gold-chased lasimor signet worn on the right pinky finger, a pebbled leather scabbard worked in blackened vaalin thread, a pair of tailored off-white linen pants riveted along the seams, and a pair of highly polished knee-high boots capped in gilded points.
>
Qalinor sits back in his throne, turning slightly to cast his gaze upon Argent Mirror Sayilla.
>
Roelaren smiles.
>
The angry hiss of a kitten suddenly erupts from near Eril.
>
Sayilla surreptitiously glances at Qalinor.
>lok ilvisor
Please rephrase that command.
>
Qalinor laughs, "In truth, I must insist upon giving the honor to her Reflection to speak to the citizens of Ta'Illistim first."
>
Lucraine carefully inspects his sentient potato.
>look ilvi
You see Lord Ilvisar Ghiran the High Lord of Vaalor.
He appears to be a Vaalor Elf.
He is very tall and has a muscular, able-bodied physique. He appears to be in the meridian of life. He has muted pale grey eyes and fair skin. He has shoulder-length, straight gilded hair fading into sterling silver across the temples and throughout the thin leather-woven plaits gracing each shoulder. He has an angular face and sharply curved, pointed ears.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a collar-pinned hunter green suede coat split into dual-chained tails, a jacquard-backed bistre leather waistcoat over a pressed ecru silk shirt caught at the cuffs with wood-carved wyverns, a shield-cut eahnor signet set upon the right pinky finger, an iron-fluted scabbard of leather-strapped lasimor, some dual-belted cognac ruhani wool trousers, and a pair of ankle-buckled tanned leather boots cuffed in orchard naiquard.
>
Kencathedrus surveys the area.
>
Arbeia turns to face Qalinor.
>
Sayilla laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.
>
Missoni joins Rohese's group.
>
Gwynek turns an inquisitive ear toward Sayilla.
>
Sirona glances between Qalinor and Sayilla.
>
Arbeia turns to face Sayilla.
>
Caerinda corrects, "Oh, of course! Argent Mirror Sayilla will address her matters of importance."
>
Sirona smiles.
>
Rohese gently takes hold of Perigourd's hand.
>look thrass
A vortex of air spins and whirls around Thrassus.
You see Emissary Thrassus Feydark Faendryl the Regional Envoy of Wehnimer's Landing.
He appears to be a Dark Elf.
He is tall in stature and has a broad-shouldered slender frame. He appears to be in the spring of life. He has iridescent black eyes and pallid grey skin. He has long, well-groomed white hair bound into a ponytail that falls to the small of his back. He has an angular face and sharply pointed ears with elongated tips.
He has an onyx-shaded crimson flame tattoo on his finger, a silver-limned indigo eel-shaped mark on his ankle, a tattooed line of angular runes on his wrist, and a simple bronze stud in the upper ridge of his left ear.
He is in good shape.
A collection of crimson tentacles writhe against his black full leather.
He is wearing a high-collared crimson silk longcoat with alabaster serpent cufflinks, a smooth bleakstone idol dangling a violet-washed nacreous raven feather, a spherical deep black pendant, an interlocking black coral and blood marble necklace, some glistening black full leather, an onyx chambray shirt bound by a leather-strapped polished bleakstone pauldron, an enruned red-veined bracer, a black bracelet, a polished bronze signet ring, a thin lustrous black coral ring, a shuttered faenor lantern charm, some oiled bistre leather pants harnessed in knotted suede, some enruned red-veined bands, and some oiled leather boots cuffed with black-veined despanal.
>
Tabubu glances between Sayilla and Qalinor.
>
Qalinor winks at Sayilla.
>
Kothos smiles at Rohese.
>
Rohese smiles quietly to herself.
>
A minuscule blue-grey snow flea emerges lazily from within Trallihn's facial hair. The curious flea tentatively pokes its head out and surveys the surroundings. Apparently dissatisfied, it burrows back within its hirsute home.
>
Rohese winks at Kothos.
>
Arbeia glances at Trallihn.
>
Arbeia shakes her head.
>
Teveriel looks thoughtfully at Qalinor.
>
Arbeia turns to face Sayilla.
>
Trallihn picks at an imaginary piece of lint on his clothing, looking profoundly bored.
>
Speaking amusedly to Qalinor, Sayilla says, "I will be brief, then, to my best of my abilities."
>
Trallihn glances at Arbeia.
>
Kothos gazes fondly at Rohese.
>
Sayilla stands up.
>
Sayilla nods once at Arastir.
>
Rohese laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement from Kakoon.
>
Rohese clears her throat.
>
Trallihn casually plucks a speck of dust from his grey elesine shroud and flicks it at Arbeia.
>
Riend settles her gaze on Sayilla, watching her intently.
>
Speaking to Sayilla, Qalinor says, "People often complain that I am not brief enough, but I trust you are more eloquent than I am."
>
Tabubu's eyes grow distant for a brief moment as she cants her head.
>
Rohese demurely lowers her misty grey eyes.
>
The spirits of Lucraine and his group are no longer lifted.
>
The air stops shimmering around Lucraine and his group.
>
Arbeia glances at Trallihn.
>
Lucraine appears to lose some confidence.
>
The mirror images surrounding Lucraine undulate and fade away.
>
Lucraine appears to be less protected.
>
Arbeia dusts herself off.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Pfeermae echo in your mind:
I got in in four winds.

Kothos smiles.
>
Roelaren joins Rohese's group.
>
Arastir attempts to clear his throat as he approaches the thrones.
>
Jaranzair gazes heavenward.
>
Rohese whispers something to Kakoon.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Dhevlyn echo in your mind:
Congrats.
You hear the Help thoughts of Haaplo echo in your mind:
Cheers.

Kencathedrus smiles.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Folchetti echo in your mind:
Youre basically a guildmaster now.
You hear the Help thoughts of Thremkin echo in your mind:
Now you an buy the hat.

Arastir formally announces, "The Argent Mirror would first address the exhibition of the Ma'Henrith Cavern artifacts."
>
Phinalren shifts his weight.
>
Sirona tilts her head toward Sayilla, examining her intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.
>
Rohese bites her lip.
>
Sayilla breathes in slightly as she straightens her back.
>
Sirona glances at Riend.
>
Rohese inclines her head.
>
Sirona glances at Sayilla.
>
Sayilla formally says, "If I may, I d like to address last evening s exhibition opening and our renewed commitment to ensure that the Shining City and our people reflect our ideals of mutual respect in pursuit of knowledge."
>
Riend gives a sidelong glance at Sirona.
>
Roelaren curtsies to Sayilla.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Haaplo echo in your mind:
Get your hat, swear-in, the bob's your uncle.

Elaejia folds her arms at the waist.
>
Sayilla continues, "The recently opened exhibition of the artifacts found in the Ma'Henrith Cavern was an earnest effort for the curators and researchers of the Museum Alerreth to share their discoveries with visitors and citizens alike, in hopes of inspiring others to learn more about the sylvan peoples and their histories."
>
Aendir casually observes his surroundings.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Pfeermae echo in your mind:
Lol folchetti. yep going to go round up some funds and do *gags* alchemy.

Sayilla slowly states, "But as with all lessons, we sometimes fail to truly grasp the implications of our actions and stumble."
>
Rohese lowers her gaze.
>
Kencathedrus turns an inquisitive ear toward Sayilla.
>
Sayilla firmly says, "When we do fall, we must rectify our actions and resolve to do better."
>
Sirona looks thoughtfully at Sayilla.
>
Kencathedrus agrees with Sayilla.
>
Sayilla concludes, "I am formally announcing the closure of the Ma'Henrith Cavern exhibition and we will be returning the artifacts to their rightful home. Museum Archivist Laevynia Savitel and the researchers of Museum Alerreth will await the request from the appropriate parties and in the future hope we can come together again to learn about the sylvan peoples."
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
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Qalinor nods slightly.
>
Roelaren agrees with Sayilla.
>
Sayilla glances at Arastir.
>
Riend lets out a sigh of relief.
>
Sirona nods appreciatively.
>
Arastir formally says, "The Argent Mirror will address the upcoming renovations to the city proper."
>
Arbeia nods at Dendum.
>
The dully illuminated mantle protecting Kakoon begins to falter, then completely fades away.
>
Rohese nods understandingly.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Timbalt echo in your mind:
Selling a spiraled black elven rune staff intricately carved with vaalin symbols, 4x, tier 4(fully unlocked) globus elanthias staff, void version.. 10m ttm.

Sayilla smiles.
>
Arbeia agrees with Dendum.
>
Sayilla states, "As we welcome visiting scholars and dignitaries to the Shining City, it has come to our attention that we must first ensure that we can create accommodations that both house our friends comfortably, but also honor their traditions and creature comforts that we all find essential."
>look arastir
You see Arastir Avelleur Illistim the Sapphire Dragoon.
He appears to be an Elf.
He is tall and has a muscular, able-bodied physique. He appears to be an adult. He has almond-shaped vibrant larkspur blue eyes and fair skin. He has long, silky greyish blonde hair loosely plaited down the back, his temples framed by a circlet of fine silver filaments. He has a square-jawed face, a strong, sloping nose and a faint knick across his right eyebrow.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a leather-toggled iron grey vicuna half-cape slung over his shoulder, a suit of vethinye-crafted platemail affixed to a pauldron of bluish green imflass feathers with a throat-fastened sapphire suede jupon veiled in fine silvered mesh underneath, a set of wisteria-etched vethinye gauntlets, a pair of rein-suspended ashen leather trousers reinforced in suede across the seams, and some leather-strapped vethinye sabatons riveted in tonal imflass.
>
Sirona whispers something to Riend.
>
Sayilla determinedly says, "And to that solution, we will continue our efforts to build Reflection's Interlude as a way to allow ourselves to share in one another s cultures and bring together all who pursue knowledge."
>
Rohese smiles at Sayilla.
>
Arbeia nods.
>
Sayilla adds, "The Library Aies will be beginning their renovations in the upcoming weeks, as Loremaster Efald works alongside Tinkerers Fryc and Shives to assist him in the prestigious project."
>
Rohese beams, her eyes filled with delight!
>
You notice a brief flutter of the hairs across Trallihn's beard. He spends a moment stroking his palm gently beneath his chin.
>
Sayilla surreptitiously glances at Arastir.
>
Qalinor nods approvingly.
>
Arastir quickly says, "Finally, the Argent Mirror will address the renewal of the Treaty of Mutual Defense."
>You hear the Help thoughts of Dhevlyn echo in your mind:
What do plate armor fittngs do?

Kencathedrus grins happily.
>
Sayilla announces, "The treaty of mutual defense drawn up by Argent Mirror Irinara Illistim was a statement of shared support between Ta'Illistim and Ta'Vaalor. Though its existence was once a secret between our cities, I hope that we can continue to work alongside one another as equals from this day forward."
>
The very powerful look leaves Elaejia.
The white light leaves Elaejia.
>
Deep blue motes swirl away from Elaejia and fade.
>
The deep blue glow leaves Elaejia.
>
The powerful look leaves Elaejia.
>
With an empathetic nod, Rohese discreetly takes Riend's hand in hers and gives it a momentary squeeze.
>
Sayilla confidently states, "We thank King Qalinor for showing unwavering support as we journey together into a renewed alliance between our cities. May our peoples and our cities continue to flourish under our watch."
>think on help they serve as temporary damage padding when applied to plate armor
You focus on projecting your thoughts.
You hear the Help thoughts of Balantine echo in your mind:
They serve as temporary damage padding when applied to plate armor.
>
Kothos smiles.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Victir echo in your mind:
Puncture, crush, slash protection.

Qalinor gives a sidelong glance at Sayilla.
>
Gwynek carefully tucks a stray lock of hair behind his ear.
>
Qalinor smiles.
>
Sayilla flashes a smile as she nods to Qalinor before returning to her throne.
>
Gwynek turns an inquisitive ear toward Sayilla.
>
Caerinda glances at Qalinor, who offers a slight nod.
>
Speaking to Qalinor, Sayilla whispers aloud, "I tried to be brief."
>
Rohese lowers her gaze.
>
Rohese giggles to herself.
>
Sirona smiles.
>
Kothos chuckles to himself.
>
Speaking to Sayilla, Qalinor whispers aloud, "You did quite well."
>
Pulling her open marbrinus fan close to her face, Vellani tries to hide a smile behind its twilight blue panels but fails to conceal the mirth in her eyes.
>
Kencathedrus grins happily.
>
Caerinda confidently states, "Our Excellency, King Qalinor will discuss current events in Ta'Vaalor."
>
Kothos glances between Qalinor and Sayilla.
>
Kothos smiles quietly to himself.
>
Arbeia turns to face Qalinor.
>
Rohese cocks her head at Qalinor.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Towermen echo in your mind:
Selling a T5 shield cape (up to 5% chance to block an incoming attack) with fully unlocked brooch and bangle(absorbs charges, once it absorbs 10 charges it discharges with damage). Weighs 5, holds 200 with %40 weight reduction. 400mil.

Tabubu inclines her ear, listening intently.
>
Qalinor begins, "First and foremost, I would like to welcome and congratulate our new High Lord Chamberlain, Caerinda Tindraele Vaalor. High Lord Chamberlain Caerinda has served Ta'Vaalor in an advisory role to both myself and the previous High Lord Chamberlain, who is setting in well with his new duties as High Lord Steward."
>You hear the Help thoughts of Dhevlyn echo in your mind:
Tha things they came up with in me 20 years away.

Qalinor wryly adds, "Applause is appropriate."
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Rohese applauds politely.
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Arbeia applauds politely.
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Caerinda's cheeks flush with a soft shade of apricot.
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Kakoon applauds.
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Kothos applauds.
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Stassy applauds.
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Thrassus applauds Caerinda.
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Perigourd applauds.
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Imrys applauds.
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Sayilla applauds warmly.
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Rohese softly giggles.
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Kothos bows respectfully before Qalinor, his eyes fixed firmly on the ground.
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Roelaren applauds.
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Tabubu applauds politely.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Towermen echo in your mind:
Selling an eonak arm with T5 lift (picks up up to 25 lbs), T5 intercept (5% chance to intercept an incoming attack) 300mil.

Yunni applauds.
>applaud
You applaud.
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Murharzarm applauds.
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Gwynek applauds politely.
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Kothos bows to Caerinda.
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Kencathedrus applauds.
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Aendir applauds.
>look caer
You see High Lord Chamberlain Caerinda Tindraele Vaalor.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is taller than average. She appears to be middle-aged. She has thick-lashed peridot green eyes and alabaster skin. She has long, deep auburn hair swept up with a gilded comb, loose curls tumbling in a cascade down her back. She has a softly angled face, a narrow, aquiline nose and a dimpled chin.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a navel-length necklace of pale pearls, a sleeveless white chiffon robe deeply folded in gilt-swept layers over a gold crepe underrobe thrice-split along the bloused sleeves, several elaborate rings of varying design, and a pair of high aureate silk chopines crafted from tonal jacquard.
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Teveriel applauds politely.
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Qalinor continues, "After a great delay due to the logistics of acquiring an appropriate amount of materials, the work on Neartofar Road commenced several weeks ago, and progress has been steady. Legion patrols have increased on the road to protect the crews from any disruption. I do ask that you avoid disturbing or distracting the workers, and take care as you travel to and from Mistwatch as the construction areas are full of hazards."
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Qalinor drums his fingers on the wyvern-sculpted armrests of his throne.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Towermen echo in your mind:
Possibly selling an 8x full plate, T5 ensorcelled, S6 sanct, T5 dispell with Flare Affinity(flares more, and hits harder), +3 stamina and health recovery, Light damage padding, T1 ithzir scripted, Admantine(blocks incoming attacks, but is heavy at 113lbs)
You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|PREMIUM| On Monday, January 27, at 8:30pm, join Siduine in the Seamist Hall in Solhaven for an evening of body art. She will happily tattoo folks that she spins for, and her spinner will be clean. Come prepared, and be sure to read everything at the GS Calendar entry for this merchant: https://bit.ly/45cXywb .

Kencathedrus nods.
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Gwynek nods.
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Elaejia cocks her head.
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Qalinor ponders.
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Vellani nods faintly.
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Roelaren nods.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Towermen echo in your mind:
Might sell a 10x handaxe, T5 ensorcelled, S1 sanct, decent crit weighting, Ghezyte(DS dropping flares), Terror flaring with flare affinity(flares more often, freezing opponents in their spots, and causing creatures to drop their gear), KO flaring.

Qalinor says, "I think you will find the currently completed work to be exceptional."
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Kothos smiles.
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Rohese smiles muh
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Rohese smiles at Murharzarm.
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Qalinor says, "On the matter of Mistwatch, Jeryme has seemingly kept the pirate incursions at bay." He pauses for a moment to quirk an amused half-smile at himself. "As such, he has technically met his deadline, but we have concerns that fortifications have not been built, and that this lull is more due to the efforts of citizens and visitors than to Jeryme's diplomatic skills."
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Qalinor clears his throat.
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A minuscule blue-grey snow flea suddenly grows restless and detangles itself from Trallihn's beard. It makes its way up, up, up to traverse the bare skin of Trallihn's face. He reaches up quickly as though to catch the annoying critter, but the flea simply reverses course and nestles back down and nestles back down into his facial hair once again.
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Tabubu's eyes crinkle slightly at the edges.

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Kothos chuckles.
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Yunni gazes heavenward.
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Gwynek smirks.
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Giving only a quick glance around, Trallihn reaches and scratches at one of his armpits.
>look jeryme
I could not find what you were referring to.
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Qalinor informs, "The expectation has been set that the money raised be used as quickly as possible to build additional defense fortifications. Technical plans and skilled workers have been provided, but Jerome is still in the process of acquiring materials. I am afraid the Crown has a bit of a monopoly on that at the moment."
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Qalinor quirks a slight smile.
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Kothos smiles.
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Kencathedrus grins happily.
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Caerinda formally announces, "Our Excellency, King Qalinor will discuss Ta'Vaalor's partnership with Ta'Illistim."
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Qalinor casts a sidelong glance at Sayilla before speaking.
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Kothos winks at Aendir.
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Qalinor amusedly says, "Despite the popular belief that Vaalor elves are simply elves that carry big swords, we do harbor a deep interest in knowledge. Thus, I encourage all interested in scholarly pursuits to support the Argent Mirror Sayilla's efforts to renovate and rediscover the wonders of the Library Aies."
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Rohese whispers something to Elaejia.
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Teveriel gazes in amusement at Qalinor.
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Sayilla laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.
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Thrassus grins.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Avignon echo in your mind:
Buying 120 AG task reassignments for 1m in landing, looking for larger discounted rates too.

Roelaren agrees with Qalinor.
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Sirona chuckles.
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Qalinor laughingly adds, "We do alaso carry big swords."
>smile
You smile.
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Sirona grins.
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Kencathedrus nods firmly.
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Kothos laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.
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Arbeia smiles.
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Aendir grins.
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Roelaren smiles at Qalinor.
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Rohese giggles to herself.
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Trallihn's sentient potato whistles a jaunty little ditty!
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Arastir folds his hands behind his back.
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A violent scream emits from Trallihn's tattered filthy towel!
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Qalinor continues, "Additionally, the city-state of Ta'Vaalor will be assisting in rebuilding, maintaining, and protecting the pathways between the city-states, to facilitate the accessibility of knowledge to all citizens within our borders."
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Murharzarm chuckles.
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Trallihn glances at his tattered filthy towel.
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Trallihn touches one finger to his lips.
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Rohese nods approvingly.
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Kothos folds his hands behind his back.
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Rohese nods in agreement at Elaejia.
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Perigourd lifts up the edge of his leather hood, glancing around the area with umber eyes.
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Roelaren grins at Kencathedrus.
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Caerinda formally states, "King Qalinor and Argent Mirror Sayilla will renew the Mutual Defense Treaty of Illistim and Vaalor."
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Rohese beams, her eyes filled with delight!
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Caerinda removes a long parchment document from in her chiffon robe.
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Caerinda unrolls the parchment, the length of which falls to her knees, and scans over the contents.
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Rohese raises an eyebrow.
>look parch
I could not find what you were referring to.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|CAPPED| On January 16, Shaniya Thraine met with her trainer for a final time while on Starkitty's ship in the Nations. She has been adventuring on and off for 20 years. Her words of advice are, "Be kind to the new folks and help all ye can. Someday they will pay it forward." Congratulations Shaniya! Be sure to CHECK your mail! https://www.instagram.com/gemstoneivnews/p/DFByW6XyUy4/ .

Vellani flutters her open marbrinus fan lightly in front of her, her features hidden behind the glimmering florid vines on the twilight blue marbrinus.
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Caerinda announces, "The Mutual Defense Treaty has one amendment and two new clauses."
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Rohese whispers something to her group.
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A low thrum and grind of gears emanates from Trallihn's second-rate case.
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Arbeia turns an inquisitive ear toward Caerinda.
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Yunni nods approvingly.
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Caerinda adds, "These changes have been discussed with the Council of Mirrors and the Council of Regents, with overwhelming and nearly unanimous support."
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Teveriel nods almost imperceptibly at Kothos.
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Tabubu becomes solid again.
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Sirona tilts her head toward Caerinda, examining her intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.
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A slight wince crosses Trallihn's face as he gives a light tug of his beard.
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Rohese whispers something to her group.
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Missoni looks thoughtfully at Rohese.
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Gwynek glances at Caerinda and rubs his chin thoughtfully.
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Perigourd surreptitiously glances at Teveriel.
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Caerinda reads, "Regarding limitations on treaty obligation, there has been an amendment made to Clause II."
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Kothos smiles.
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Caerinda recites:

"If one signatory city-state is required to fulfill a defense requirement due under a separate treaty or agreement with a third faction party not included in this agreement, the second signatory city-state shall not be required to fulfill its obligations as outlined in Clause I."

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Tabubu turns an inquisitive ear toward Caerinda.
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Phinalren nods approvingly.
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Trallihn reaches under his pair of crusty socks and scratches furiously, a look of relief breaking out on his face.
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Gwynek nods.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Ivise echo in your mind:
Looking to trade or sell my old 5x longsword with a stunning skull. It's lightly scripted and temporarily has +5 ohe and +3 stamina recovery. interested in a nice staff or doube leathers.

Sirona ponders.
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Phinalren whispers something to Ilvisar.
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Ilvisar begins chuckling at Phinalren!
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A waterfall of misty green light briefly cascades from a fur-trimmed fel totem strung on a leather cord suspended from Eril's neck.
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The emerald sprite flying above Dendum's shoulder whispers something to him.
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Kothos nods slowly at Perigourd.
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Ilvisar whispers something to Phinalren.
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Sirona nods slowly at Perigourd.
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Roelaren nods at Gwynek.
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Phinalren barely holds back his laughter, emitting a quiet snort instead.
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Qalinor glances sharply at Phinalren.
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Arbeia glances at Phinalren.
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Tabubu arches one eyebrow at Phinalren in an expression of sardonic amusement.
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Arbeia glances down.
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Sirona agrees with Rohese.
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Perigourd takes a moment to observe Phinalren.
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Caerinda reads, "Regarding diplomatic immunity, there has been a new clause added."
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Ilvisar appears to be trying hard not to grin.
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Arbeia turns to face Caerinda.
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Eril seems slightly different.
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Sirona glances at Caerinda.
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An ethereal golden collection bowl drifts out of Eril, then vanishes.
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Caerinda recites:

"Clause XIII: Protections for Civic Officials in Times of Conflict.
No official, emissary, diplomat, scholar, or representative of either signatory city-state shall be detained, imprisoned, or held against their will by the opposing city.
All civic officials from both city-states, regardless of the prevailing circumstances, shall be granted diplomatic immunity and safe passage to ensure uninterrupted communication and collaboration, which are essential to resolving disputes and maintaining peace."

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The air about Eril shimmers momentarily before the evanescent shield surrounding him collapses.
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Qalinor gives a sidelong glance at Jaranzair.
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Jaranzair folds his hands behind his back.
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Vellani flicks her open marbrinus fan up and down by her side.
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Rohese whispers something to her group.
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Rohese giggles to herself.
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Sirona nods slightly.
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Aendir grins.
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Caerinda reads, "Regarding defensive infrastructure, there has been a new clause added."
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The visage of a kitten briefly obscures Eril's face before the illusion shatters into motes of misty green light.
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Kencathedrus turns an inquisitive ear toward Caerinda.
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Perigourd glances skeptically at Missoni.
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Caerinda recites:

"Clause XIV: Mutual Responsibility for Roads and Bridges
Both city-states agree to share the responsibility for the upkeep, repair, and improvement of all roads, bridges, and other critical infrastructure that connect their territories."

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Roelaren nods at Murharzarm.
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Caerinda pauses and offers a slight smile.
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Kencathedrus nods in agreement.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|TIP| The House of the Rising Phoenix would like to remind everyone to ESP TUNE HOUSE to ensure you can connect with your Cooperative House of Elanthia members. This makes it easier to connect with House members and stay in touch even when travelling across the Dragonspine.

Caerinda adds, "To prevent eyes from glazing over, I will summarize the remainder of Clause XIV. This will include agreed upon cost allocation, a maintenance schedule and committee, standards of quality, and non-interference expectations."
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A minuscule blue-grey snow flea suddenly grows restless and detangles itself from Trallihn's beard. It makes its way up, up, up to traverse the bare skin of Trallihn's face. He reaches up quickly as though to catch the annoying critter, but the flea simply reverses course and nestles back down and nestles back down into his facial hair once again.
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Tabubu nods approvingly.
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Rohese nods approvingly.
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Trallihn casually plucks a speck of dust from his grey elesine shroud and flicks it away.
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Dendum blinks.
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Dendum's expression briefly flickers with bewilderment.
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Caerinda states, "The parties will ratify the treaty, with all in attendance as witness."
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Gwynek nods.
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Rohese folds her hands.
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Caerinda removes a gilded peacock feather quill from in her chiffon robe.
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Roelaren nods.
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Gwynek surveys his surroundings carefully.
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A young page trudges over, carrying a gilded stand that looks a little too heavy for him.
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Sirona smiles softly.
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Aendir seems a bit less imposing.
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Sayilla stands briefly to assist the young page, helping him balance the stand before the thrones.
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Rohese smiles.
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Rohese places a hand over her heart.
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Caerinda sets the parchment upon the gilded stand and lays down the quill beside it.
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Kothos glances at Sayilla.
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The visage of a kitten briefly obscures Eril's face before the illusion shatters into motes of misty green light.
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Kothos smiles.
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Speaking to Sayilla, Qalinor says, "After you, of course."
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Elaejia gazes in amusement at Aendir.
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Vellani nods faintly at Aendir.
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Speaking to Qalinor, Sayilla mentions, "That's *at least* an extra dessert for the boy this evening."
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Rohese gazes fondly at Sayilla.
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Qalinor begins chuckling at Sayilla!
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Roelaren smiles.
>smile
You smile.
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Sayilla accepts Caerinda's offered quill as she attempts to balance the unfurled parchment. She carefully applies her signature before handing the pinion to Qalinor.
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Trallihn casually plucks a speck of dust from his grey elesine shroud and flicks it at Rohese.
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Rohese surreptitiously glances at Trallihn.
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Kencathedrus chuckles to himself.
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Rohese takes a few steps to her right.
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Arbeia smiles at Rohese.
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Arbeia glances down.
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Rohese dusts off her blue vicuna coat.
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Qalinor leans forward to scribble upon the parchment with an obvious flourish.
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Kencathedrus nods approvingly.
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Tabubu cocks her head.
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Caerinda announces, "The Mutual Defense Treaty is officially reinstated between the great city-stated of Ta'Illistim and Ta'Vaalor, effective immediately."
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Dendum begins to applaud, but stops after a few moments.
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Gwynek applauds politely.
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Sirona applauds politely.
>applaud
Roelaren smiles.
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You applaud.
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Speaking to Sayilla, Qalinor jokes, "One must hope this does not seem a challenge to anyone."
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Kothos applauds.
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Kothos smiles.
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Arbeia applauds politely.
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Thrassus applauds.
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Missoni smiles.
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Aendir applauds.
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At the edge of your hearing, you hear a hushed voice whisper from nearby, "I was finished, done. But they wouldn't let me rest, and turned me into bait."
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Yunni applauds.
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Roelaren applauds.
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Rohese whispers something to her group.
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Riend applauds politely.
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Kencathedrus nods his head in agreement and applauds.
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Elaejia applauds politely.
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Meril applauds politely.
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Stylist Myrinai will be in the Merchant Lounge of Firefly Villa at the top of the hour to offer detailed work for items that qualify. Please be sure to read her sign for additional details of this service.
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A slight wince crosses Trallihn's face as he gives a light tug of his beard.
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Tabubu applauds politely.
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Stassy applauds.
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Trallihn grunts in approval.
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Speaking jokingly to Qalinor, Sayilla says, "I certainly hope it doesn't seem like a challenge."
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Tabubu surreptitiously glances at Trallihn.
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Caerinda helps the page carry the stand away, clearing away the quill and document.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|EVENT-WL| Join the Order of the Silver Gryphon as we begin our 30th-anniversary celebration by honoring the legacies of Drung and Elbromo with Tales of Chivalry. Gather at the Holding (Lich Rm #26058), near the Landing, at 9pm on Sunday, January 26th, to share your chivalric story. All are welcome to celebrate their friends' memory and spirit of adventure.

Trallihn quickly combs his fingers through his beard, then flicks away a handful of fleas with a grunt of amusement.
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Gwynek cocks his head.
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Like a puppeteer missing his sock, Trallihn pinches his thumb and fingers together repeatedly to imitate someone talking. His eyes roll dramatically to convey his impatience with all of this chatter.
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Tabubu begins to twitch.
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Rohese smiles at Kothos.
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You hear very soft footsteps.
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Tabubu glances over her shoulder at a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
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Rohese glances at a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
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Tabubu begins to twitch.
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Rohese frowns.
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You hear very soft footsteps.
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Gwynek glances uneasily around the room.
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Caerinda announces, "His Excellency, King Qalinor, and Argent Mirror Sayilla will now take petitions and questions from the audience. Please discreetly make requests to speak through me."
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The green-gold web of protection surrounding Arbeia falls away, unraveling as it fades.
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The green-gold web of protection surrounding Tabubu falls away, unraveling as it fades.
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Tabubu turns her head slightly to the side and stares off into the distance, effectively ignoring her surroundings.
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Qalinor leans back comfortably in his throne, crossing his legs at the ankles.
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The emerald sprite flying above Dendum's shoulder flies over to the opposite shoulder.
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Rohese whispers something to Caerinda.
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Rohese blushes a rosy pink shade at Kothos.
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Caerinda nods at Rohese.
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Rohese smiles at Caerinda.
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Caerinda says, "Loremaster Rohese Bayvel Illistim brings a petition to Argent Mirror Sayilla Illistim."
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Arbeia turns to face Rohese.
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Aendir nods encouragingly at Rohese.
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Speaking respectfully to Caerinda, Rohese says, "May I approach the Mirror with your permission."
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Rohese nods appreciatively at Caerinda.
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Kothos smiles at Rohese.
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Caerinda nods at Rohese.
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Rohese smiles.
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Yunni's face lights up with joy for Rohese.
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Qalinor gazes at Rohese.
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(Rohese takes a few steps forward to approach Sayilla.)
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Straightening her back, Rohese gives a formal, low curtsy to Sayilla. She inclines her head as well, giving Sayilla a brief nod.
>look rohese
You see Loremaster Rohese Bayvel Illistim the Arborcartographer.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is taller than average with a slender willowy form. She appears to be of a tender age. She has silver-lashed misty grey eyes and preternaturally pale skin. She has lustrous, cool silver hair swept back beneath a simply woven headband of trilateral ice blue-grey leaves and tucked behind the ears. She has slender ears peeking through her hair that taper to fine points. Her composed expression has a sense of scholarly authority despite her youthful, fey-like appearance.
She has a scattering of tiny opal droplets set along the slender tips of her pointed ears, a cascade of tiny silver stars tattooed over her right eyebrow that fades into her hairline, and an inking of a faint star constellation on her neck.
She has the subtle hint of ghost blue pigment upon her bow-shaped lips.
She has occasional faint traces of text flowing beneath her visible skin.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a luxuriously soft blizzard blue vicuna coat swaddled in pale teal fur, a halter of triquetra-configured silver chains over a seafoam silk cotehardie rent at the shoulder seams to form low-draping sleeves, a fused silver and nimbus opal bangle, and some pallid grey leather slippers cross-laced in silk.
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Missoni gazes with interest at Rohese.
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Kothos takes a moment to observe Rohese.
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Gwynek turns an inquisitive ear toward Rohese.
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Caerinda nods at Thrassus.
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Rohese clears her throat.
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Kothos removes the stopper from his bronze thorn chain and pours a small amount of liquid into his cupped palm. Replacing the stopper, Kothos rubs his hands together briefly before briskly patting his neck.
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Roelaren turns an inquisitive ear toward Rohese.
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Rohese respectfully begins, "Argent Mirror, it is with the utmost respect and humility that I present my petition this afternoon."
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Sayilla nods in greeting at Rohese.
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Rohese smiles at Sayilla.
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Yunni gazes admiringly at Rohese.
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Speaking tentatively to Sayilla, Rohese continues, "I would like to request that the Council of Thrones and Loremasters consider hosting a botanical symposium in our Royal Arboretum later this year."
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Rohese wrinkles her nose.
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Teveriel looks thoughtfully at Rohese.
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Riend gazes with interest at Rohese.
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Speaking softly to Sayilla, Rohese elaborates, "The proposed symposium would seek to gather scholars, botanists, and arboreal enthusiasts from across Elanthia to share knowledge, foster collaboration, and celebrate the abundant flora that graces our lands."
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The semitransparent image of a tiny kitten flickers into life before stalking away in a burst of misty green motes.
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Speaking softly to Sayilla, Rohese reminds, "You may recall that something similar has been held during the Festival of Lumnea in the past with great success."
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Aendir raises an eyebrow in Elaejia's direction.
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Rohese clears her throat.
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Lucraine smiles at Rohese.
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Perigourd nods slowly.
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Rohese softly acknowledges, "Although, admittedly the subject matter of those presentations was much wider in scope."
>
Rohese wrinkles her nose.
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Roelaren smiles at Rohese.
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Elaejia smiles at Aendir.
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Qalinor leans across the wyvern-wrought armrest of his throne to whisper something to Sayilla.
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Speaking brightly to Sayilla, Rohese proposes, "This new event could feature scholarly lectures, live demonstrations of horticultural techniques, workshops and exhibitions, discussion groups to share research, and even guided tours of the Arboretum's unparalleled collection."
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Ivise echo in your mind:
Looking to trade or sell my old 5x longsword with a stunning skull. It's lightly scripted and temporarily has +5 ohe and +3 stamina recovery. interested in a nice staff or doube leathers.

Speaking softly to Sayilla, Rohese says, "Additionally, it could serve as an opportunity to honour the legacy of Ta'Illistim as a beacon of knowledge and cultural refinement."
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Kothos nods slowly at Perigourd.
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Speaking softly to Sayilla, Rohese posits, "I believe such a symposium would not only enhance the intellectual pursuits within our beloved city but also - to echo your insightful words - continue to form stronger bonds between ourselves and all those who come to the Shining City - encouraging dialogue and mutual appreciation through the universal language of nature."
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Rohese flushes slightly, some color reaching her cheeks.
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Speaking humbly to Sayilla, Rohese says, "Should this proposal meet with Your Reflection's approval, I would be honoured to present further details and work alongside the Loremasters and members of court to ensure its success."
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Aendir smiles.
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Perigourd glances appraisingly at Kothos.
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Speaking bashfully to Sayilla, Rohese concludes, "Thank you for your consideration."
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Lucraine taps the tip of his mahogany cane on the ground.
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Lucraine taps the tip of his mahogany cane on the ground.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Starmizt echo in your mind:
Anyone got the cavern or sands lich number off hand?

Rohese drops smoothly into a deep curtsy before Sayilla, sweeping her arms grandly to her sides.
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Sirona nods encouragingly.
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Rohese takes a few steps back.
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Rohese lets out a sigh of relief.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Flecked echo in your mind:
2635 I think?

Sirona smiles at Rohese.
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Arbeia smiles at Rohese.
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Kothos gently brushes his raven black hair away from his eyes and, with a deft twist of his wrist, tucks it back into its bindings.
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Speaking delightedly to Rohese, Sayilla says, "That sounds wonderful, we shall consider your proposal and respond to your petition as soon as possible."
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Vellani tucks the tip of her closed marbrinus fan under her chin.
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Rohese beams happily at Sayilla!
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Lucraine's sentient potato whistles a jaunty little ditty!
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|EVENT-CYS| On Sunday, January 26 at 9pm, join Piaere in his Atelier in Cysaegir as he works to problem-solve the poor sales in his shop.

Roelaren smiles at Rohese.
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Elaejia smiles at Rohese.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Starmizt echo in your mind:
Thanks.

Yunni whispers something to Rohese.
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Gwynek smiles at Rohese.
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Speaking appreciatively to Sayilla, Rohese says, "Thank you, Argent MIrror."
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Rohese blushes a rosy pink shade at Yunni.
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Rohese smiles at Aendir.
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Rivienne smiles.
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Qalinor nods approvingly at Rohese.
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Rohese demurely lowers her misty grey eyes.
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Arbeia nods at Dendum.
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Rohese blushes a rosy pink shade at Imrys.
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Teveriel nods approvingly at Rohese.
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Speaking to Sayilla, Qalinor says, "I would offer my Royal Botanist for such a petition."
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Sirona agrees with Rohese.
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Phinalren looks thoughtfully at Qalinor.
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Speaking amusedly to Qalinor, Sayilla says, "I can practically hear Feriae whooping around the arboretum now."
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Kothos smiles.
>grin
You grin.
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Sirona smiles at Sayilla.
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Qalinor says, "Ah, yes, I sometimes forget you have his student's assistance."
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Rohese giggles softly at Sayilla.
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Speaking to Qalinor, Sayilla adds, "And her small mandrake."
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Caerinda says, "Emissary Thrassus Feydark Faendryl of Wehnimer's Landing for King Qalinor."
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Drakanious echo in your mind:
Anyone selling grey chalcedony's? I need 15 of them.

Kothos smiles at Thrassus.
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(Thrassus takes a few steps forward and gives a respectful bow.)
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Qalinor nods at Thrassus.
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Arbeia whispers something to Rohese.
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Tabubu tilts her head back.
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Teveriel looks thoughtfully at Thrassus.
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Yunni looks thoughtfully at Thrassus.
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Missoni gazes with interest at Thrassus.
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Rohese giggles softly at Arbeia.
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Speaking to Thrassus, Qalinor says, "I would make a wager on this petition ahead of time, but please, proceed."
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Tabubu takes a moment to observe Thrassus.
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Arbeia turns to face Thrassus.
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Gwynek turns an inquisitive ear toward Thrassus.
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Thrassus grins.
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Sirona smiles.
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Kothos smiles at Thrassus.
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Thrassus says, "You have read my mind, Your Excellency."
>look thrass
A vortex of air spins and whirls around Thrassus.
You see Emissary Thrassus Feydark Faendryl the Regional Envoy of Wehnimer's Landing.
He appears to be a Dark Elf.
He is tall in stature and has a broad-shouldered slender frame. He appears to be in the spring of life. He has iridescent black eyes and pallid grey skin. He has long, well-groomed white hair bound into a ponytail that falls to the small of his back. He has an angular face and sharply pointed ears with elongated tips.
He has an onyx-shaded crimson flame tattoo on his finger, a silver-limned indigo eel-shaped mark on his ankle, a tattooed line of angular runes on his wrist, and a simple bronze stud in the upper ridge of his left ear.
He is in good shape.
A collection of crimson tentacles writhe against his black full leather.
He is wearing a high-collared crimson silk longcoat with alabaster serpent cufflinks, a smooth bleakstone idol dangling a violet-washed nacreous raven feather, a spherical deep black pendant, an interlocking black coral and blood marble necklace, some glistening black full leather, an onyx chambray shirt bound by a leather-strapped polished bleakstone pauldron, an enruned red-veined bracer, a black bracelet, a polished bronze signet ring, a thin lustrous black coral ring, a shuttered faenor lantern charm, some oiled bistre leather pants harnessed in knotted suede, some enruned red-veined bands, and some oiled leather boots cuffed with black-veined despanal.
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Qalinor says, "It is a gift."
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Roelaren smiles at Qalinor.
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Thrassus says, "My petition does indeed involve my previous petition."
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Yunni whispers something to Lucraine.
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Yunni appears to be trying hard not to grin.
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Arbeia whispers something to Dendum.
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Thrassus says, "I was hoping for any news of progress on the discussions on the keep."
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Thrassus says, "With the construction of the bridge across the river, traffic will increase and become an attractive target for bandits and Grimswarm alike."
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Perigourd raises an eyebrow in Missoni's direction.
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A waterfall of misty green light briefly cascades from a fur-trimmed fel totem strung on a leather cord suspended from Eril's neck.
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Kothos nods slowly at Thrassus.
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Gwynek agrees with Teveriel.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|SUNDAY| #TODAY in Elanthia: |Until Sundown: Wisteria Markets-ILLI| ** |Noon: Maleise GALD (Premium)-FWI| ** |Noon: Brunch-RR| ** |2pm: Formal Court Session-TV| ** |3pm: Detailed Work with Myrinai (Premium)-FWI| ** |~8:20pm: Premium Trove Draws for Sorcerer's Grasp of the Grave Customization-FWI| ** |9pm: Tales of Chivalry-WL| ** |9pm: Fabric of Our Lifes-CYS| (All Times Eastern) .

Roelaren agrees with Teveriel.
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Arbeia smiles at Dendum.
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Speaking to Thrassus, Qalinor says, "It is a challenging coversation, particularly since the construction of the bridge, yes. There are many different opinions on the matter of the village, and I have not yet reached a decision."
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Thrassus nods understandingly.
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Rohese bites her lip.
>You hear the General thoughts of Rebelle echo in your mind:
Rebelle asks, "Are Silvergate inductions this Wednesday?"

Sirona smiles at Aendir.
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Thrassus says, "It is a serious matter indeed, and I understand the need for deliberation."
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Arbeia nods at Dendum.
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Qalinor says, "If anyone wishes, at this time, to share their opinion on the elven village in the west, this is the appropriate time to do so."
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Kothos smiles.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Timbalt echo in your mind:
Dont suppose anyone has any usable veniom fodder?

The semitransparent image of a tiny kitten flickers into life before stalking away in a burst of misty green motes.
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Qalinor glances around the room.
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Teveriel simply offers, "I am of the mind that if the villagers are nominally Vaalorian, than it is House Vaalor's duty to see them protected."
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Qalinor nods slightly at Teveriel.
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Teveriel adds, "Though I will not presume to dictate what form that protection should take."
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Perigourd scratches at his beard.
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Kothos says, "Your Excellency, your Reflection. I would see my neighbors protected, if at all possible. They have long been my friends, and the Emissary is quite correct about the increased risk to their homes and businesses."
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Kothos folds his hands behind his back.
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Qalinor nods at Kothos.
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Vellani flicks her open marbrinus fan up and down by her side.
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Aendir curiously says, "I empathize with that perspective - for certain - but question whether it would be worth the resources and headache to defend a territory so far away."
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Roelaren returns to normal color.
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The silvery luminescence fades from around Roelaren.
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The bright luminescence fades from around Roelaren.
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Roelaren seems a bit less imposing.
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Roelaren seems to lose some dexterity.
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Roelaren takes a deep breath, blinking a couple of times before resuming a calm expression.
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A series of jade green lines suddenly appears on Roelaren's face, quickly racing towards the center of her forehead before detaching and dissipating in the air.
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The brilliant luminescence fades from around Roelaren.
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The glowing specks of energy surrounding Roelaren suddenly shoot off in all directions, then quickly fade away.
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Kencathedrus ponders.
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Speaking to Aendir, Qalinor says, "That is the opposing perspective, certainly. Some call to grant it independence, but others call to protect it."
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Kothos says, "No offense, my friend."
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Aendir nods slowly.
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Kothos smiles at Aendir.
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Gwynek ponders.
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Speaking to Kothos, Aendir says, "None taken."
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Qalinor leans over to whisper something to Sayilla.
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Kothos says, "But they have been living in and operating their shops out of tents, for decades."
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Arbeia whispers something to Dendum.
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Sayilla looks thoughtfully at Qalinor.
>You hear the General thoughts of Starmizt echo in your mind:
Starmizt asks, "Any bards around illy or four winds to sing to an item?"

Speaking in Elven, Gwynek cautiously asks something you don't understand.
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Elaejia wonders, "Have the residents made any request for protection?"
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Arbeia whispers something to Dendum.
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Teveriel ventures, "Forgive me if the question seems harsh. But--"
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Stylist Myrinai will be in the Merchant Lounge of Firefly Villa at the top of the hour to offer detailed work for items that qualify. Please be sure to read her sign for additional details of this service.
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Rohese looks at Kothos with concern.
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Teveriel nods at Gwynek.
>You hear the General thoughts of Sythril echo in your mind:
Sythril asks, "Maybe two items?"

Elaejia surreptitiously glances at Gwynek.
>You hear the General thoughts of Starmizt echo in your mind:
Starmizt thinks, "Woops mean that f ro help."

Gwynek glances at Elaejia.
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Elaejia smiles quietly to herself.
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Arbeia nods at Dendum.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Starmizt echo in your mind:
Any bard around to sing to an item in four winds or illy?

Qalinor says, "They have not. Perhaps you are correct that we should ask them what they wish."
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Arbeia nods.
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Dendum nods in agreement.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Ivise echo in your mind:
Looking to trade or sell my old 5x longsword with a stunning skull. It's lightly scripted and temporarily has +5 ohe and +3 stamina recovery. interested in a nice staff or doube leathers.

Gwynek nods.
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Vellani nods faintly.
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Roelaren nods at Gwynek.
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Speaking to Thrassus, Qalinor says, "We will endeavor to answer your petition by mid-year."
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Kothos smiles at Thrassus.
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Thrassus nods.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|CALENDAR| Save the Date for upcoming 2025 major events in #GemStoneIV: Feb 7-Mar 2: Duskruin (pay event) ** Apr 11-May 4: Rumor Woods (pay event) ** Jun 6-8: Ta'Nalfein Festival (free event) ** Jun 20-26: Premium Festival (shopping only extended to Jun 29) ** Aug 15-Sep 7: Duskruin (pay event) ** Oct 10-Nov 2: Ebon Gate (pay event) ** Dec 5-7: Halfling Cultural Event (free event) .

Lucraine whispers something to Rohese.
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Rohese smiles at Lucraine.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Krayze echo in your mind:
Im on the dais..

* Maedoc was just put on ice!
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Sirona whispers something to Riend.
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Thrassus says, "Thank you for listening to my concern, that is all I had."
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Qalinor nods at Thrassus.
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Kothos nods at Perigourd.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Dhevlyn echo in your mind:
Fer this merchant, any idea cost? will she take mist harbor notes? an will she do decorative work on weapons?

Phinalren says, "We have one final request to speak."
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Lucraine rubs Rohese tenderly.
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Perigourd scratches at his beard.
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Caerinda says, "Squire Legionnaire Kencathedrus Caladorn Vaalor, Crimson Legion Reservist, for King Qalinor."
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Rohese smiles at Kencathedrus.
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Caerinda says, "Two final."
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Kencathedrus nods at Caerinda.
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Arbeia turns to face Kencathedrus.
>look kenca
You see Squire Legionnaire Kencathedrus Caladorn Vaalor the Crimson Legion Reservist of Ta'Vaalor.
He appears to be an Elf.
He is taller than average. He appears to be very young. He has piercing amber eyes and tanned skin. He has chin length, tied back platinum hair. He has an angular face, a classical nose and broad shoulders.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a crimson aqilorn longcloak cut sharply from the high collar, a fitted red velvet doublet graced by golden wyverns, a tailored white linen shirt, a glacial white smooth glaes armband, a garnet-eyed golden wyvern signet band, a black silk sash, a pair of slim white spidersilk pants, and a pair of black cavalier's boots.
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Kothos smiles at Caerinda.
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Kothos slowly empties his lungs.
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Qalinor gazes at Kencathedrus.
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Kencathedrus snaps to attention and crisply strikes his chest with a closed fist in a display of respect to Qalinor.
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A corona of misty green light surrounds a fur-trimmed fel totem strung on a leather cord suspended from Eril's neck before fading away.
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Kencathedrus kneels down.
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Kencathedrus stands up.
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Speaking in Elven to Qalinor, Kencathedrus asks something you don't understand.
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You hear very soft footsteps.
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Qalinor glances between Cyik and Sayilla.
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You hear very soft footsteps.
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Arastir gazes hopefully at Cyik.
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Rohese whispers something to her group.
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Arastir grins wryly.
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The black diamond on Khobra's forehead dims drastically as a cloud of darkness roils deep within the gem. After a moment, it fades, returning to its normal state.
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Speaking to Kencathedrus, Qalinor asks, "I believe that is an excellent idea. I think we could benefit from such a training, as the Dragoons have their own tales as legendary as our own, yes?"
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Cyik nods approvingly at Qalinor.
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Sirona smiles at Kencathedrus.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Swampwort echo in your mind:
Typically merchants charge a negligible amount and someone offers to pay for everyone up front to speed things along.

Roelaren adopts an agreeable expression.
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Kencathedrus agrees with Qalinor.
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Tabubu glances down and away briefly, and a soft, silvery white haze clouds her eyes before she blinks, and it's gone.
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Speaking to Kencathedrus, Qalinor says, "A worthy petition, provided the Argent Mirror agrees, of course."
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Kothos smiles at Gwynek.
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Rohese smiles at Kencathedrus.
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Speaking respectfully to Qalinor, Kencathedrus says, "Thank you My Sovereign."
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Speaking to Qalinor, Sayilla says, "Given the Sapphire Dragoon's reaction, I would not be opposed to such an agreement."
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Roelaren smiles at Kencathedrus.
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Kothos smiles.
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Qalinor laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.
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Kencathedrus nods.
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Qalinor winks at Arastir.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Swampwort echo in your mind:
And their title being Stylist I would assume it's for feature alterations or hair salon type work, typically they will say GALD for more general work.

Khobra smiles quietly to herself.
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Qalinor nods at Kencathedrus.
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Rohese clears her throat.
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Rohese blushes sheepishly to herself.
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Pulling her open marbrinus fan close to her face, Vellani tries to hide a smile behind its twilight blue panels but fails to conceal the mirth in her eyes.
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Rohese just nudged Aendir.
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Perigourd folds his arms over his chest.
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Kothos slowly empties his lungs.
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Vellani nods faintly at Rohese.
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Caerinda says, "Finally, Lord Kothos Blud for--"
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Aendir appears to be trying hard not to grin.
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Caerinda's cheeks flush with a soft shade of apricot.
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Elaejia chuckles to herself.
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Rohese nods enthusiastically at Rivienne!
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Yunni appears to be trying hard not to grin.
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Kothos smiles at Caerinda.
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Kencathedrus smiles at Rohese.
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Rivienne smiles at Rohese.
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The fetid scent of rotting seaweed and muck wafts by, though a stirring breeze tinged with the perfume of incense quickly sweeps it away.
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Sirona looks thoughtfully at Kothos.
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Gwynek glances at Kothos.
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Kothos strides a few steps forward.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|TIP| If you own a Player Shop - remember to go into the shop and issue a SHOP INFO command at least once every 90 days to avoid eviction.

Kothos folds his hands within the sleeves of his embroidered cassock and offers a small bow of acknowledgement.
>look kothos
You see Lord Kothos Blud the Priest of Ivas.
He appears to be a Half-Elf.
He is very tall and has a broad-shouldered slender frame. He appears to be in the spring of life. He has copper-ringed seaglass green eyes and sun-bronzed, coppery skin. He has long, voluminous raven black hair hanging in a wrist-thick braid held by a headpiece tumbling into a tumult of bronzed elderberry blossoms. He has a graceful, oval-shaped face, an aquiline nose and a set of high cheekbones that are softened by the gentle contours of his jawline. His rounded nails are brushed with matte, aquamarine-tinted electrum lacquer highlighting a powdery spring azure butterfly perched upon the ring finger.
He has his hands tucked into the sleeves of his embroidered cassock and its hood pulled up.
He has a balefire-hued shrouded bog tattoo on his thigh.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a scale-like pectoral of repousse urglaes inset with scarlet despanal arabesque, a wisp-shaped aventurine Ivas symbol suspended from a rose gold chain, a smooth hematite bracer edged in fishtail braiding, a dark grey angora soutane layered with a pewter-threaded capelet, a labyrinthine crescent-woven bracelet, and some pyrographed deringo sandals laced with wispy gossamer.
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Sayilla inclines her head.
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Caerinda continues, "Both."
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Rohese gazes fondly at Kothos.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Nordred echo in your mind:
Sign says two prices for work. Either 125k or 250k.

The glowing specks of energy surrounding Lucraine suddenly shoot off in all directions, then quickly fade away.
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Lucraine seems a bit less imposing.
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The silvery luminescence fades from around Lucraine.
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Lucraine seems to lose some dexterity.
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Lucraine becomes solid again.
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Lucraine takes a deep breath, blinking a couple of times before resuming a calm expression.
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A series of crystal blue lines suddenly appears on Lucraine's face, quickly racing towards the center of his forehead before detaching and dissipating in the air.
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The brilliant luminescence fades from around Lucraine.
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Lucraine's sentient potato whistles a jaunty little ditty!
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Kothos says, "Thank your, your Excellency and Reflection, for hearing my requests."
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Arbeia turns an inquisitive ear toward Kothos.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Timbalt echo in your mind:
Selling a 7x perfect lance, vhcw(cer 11), s6, t1, least moods.. 50m ttm.

Missoni gazes with interest at Kothos.
>You hear the General thoughts of Regyy echo in your mind:
Regyy asks, "There an event now?"

Kothos says, "I have two to make, one in my role as a Squire in the Silver Gryphons."
>You hear the Help thoughts of Yavs echo in your mind:
I would also recommend asking the Merchant if you're confused about anything.

Qalinor nods at Kothos.
>raise eye
You give your eyebrow a little workout.
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Qalinor whispers briefly to Sayilla.
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Kencathedrus smiles at Vellani.
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Kothos says, "And that is to extend an invitation to any members of the court and your dignitaries to our storytelling event tonight."
>You hear the Help thoughts of Swampwort echo in your mind:
Wow, that's 5x what I'm accustomed to seeing if not 25x. Good! Charging 25k for an alteration makes it more of a formality.
You hear the Help thoughts of Shern echo in your mind:
Or read the sign as the merchant suggested.
You hear the Help thoughts of Dhevlyn echo in your mind:
How i kill go2 again?
You hear the Help thoughts of Sorenya echo in your mind:
It's on the calendar. She's offering long/shows on eligible items.

Rohese smiles at Kothos.
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Sirona smiles at Kothos.
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Roelaren smiles at Kothos.
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Kothos says, "As it will be about Tales of Chivalry. We would be honored if any of you would wish to attend."
>agree kothos
You agree with Kothos.
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Kothos smiles.
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Roelaren agrees with Kothos.
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Kothos says, "The second request, I am afraid, is not so delicate."
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Vellani nods faintly at Kencathedrus.
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Rohese looks thoughtfully at Kothos.
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Qalinor says, "Thank you for the open invitation. We have enjoyed a positive relationship with the Silver Gryphons thus far."
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Perigourd furrows his brow.
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Kothos says, "But I hope you will hear me out, as I am quite nervous. But I must."
>
Gwynek looks thoughtfully at Kothos.
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Qalinor nods slightly at Kothos.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Keruta echo in your mind:
;kill go2.

Aendir idly scratches himself on the neck.
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Kothos says, "I am, as you know, a devoted servant of my Mistress."
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Missoni nods encouragingly at Kothos.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Alastir echo in your mind:
It's 250k for that merchant, btw.

Kothos says, "And I know that many of my faith- and one in particular- has cost the people across the continent a great deal."
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Kencathedrus turns an inquisitive ear toward Qalinor.
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Kothos says, "But as a priest in my Order."
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Rohese glances at Kothos before averting her gaze.
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Qalinor frowns.
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Kothos asks, "I am obligated to ask- may I be permitted to minister to your prisoner, Niatha?"
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Elaejia holds her breath.
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Aendir's expression is thoughtful, but his furrowed brow indicates he's working something out for himself.
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Sirona looks thoughtfully at Kothos.
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* Aetheyn is going home on his shield!
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Rohese's expression toward Kothos gives the impression that perhaps a different approach is in order.
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Teveriel narrows his eyes.
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Arbeia glances at Kothos.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Avignon echo in your mind:
Selling L1 and/or L2 bard luck casts, 2m weekly for one of them, or 1.5m weekly for both.

Missoni bites her lip.
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Frowning to himself, Perigourd runs a finger across the surface of his belt as he seems to fall into unhappy thoughts, if his expression is any indication.
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Khobra smirks.
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Shifting the woven basket on his back, Dendum glances around at the ground, a somber look across his face.
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Qalinor glances at Sayilla.
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Kothos says, "I do not ask to advocate for her, but it is my duty and obligation to provide her with holy service."
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Arbeia whispers something to Dendum.
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Arbeia nods at Dendum.
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Kothos says, "If you choose to deny, I will respect it."
>You hear the Help thoughts of Nordred echo in your mind:
Its letting you have long appearance and a show. If you've one its 125k to add the other. If neither its 250k to do both.

Kothos says, "Thank you."
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Kothos slowly empties his lungs.
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Gwynek attends to his leather hat, making the hat as presentable as possible.
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Rohese rests a gentle hand on Kothos's arm.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|CAPPED| Ashtyne and Eldekkar Cintri met their trainer for a final time on January 24th. Despite their efforts to avoid the expected lightning, they both experienced several shocks while hiding in the tree in the commons in River's Rest. When asked for a favorite saying or words of advice, neither responded, possibly due to the influence of demon rum. Congratulations to Ashtyne and Eldekkar on this milestone. Be sure to CHECK your mail. https://bit.ly/4awxJKi .

Rohese nods understandingly at Kothos.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Alastir echo in your mind:
I'll give you a long show for 250k.

Kencathedrus narrows his eyes.
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Sayilla carefully states, "Niatha has caused irreparable damage across the continent in her pursuit for power."
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Rohese whispers something to her group.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Chungus echo in your mind:
Fresh P3 battle standard for sale, currently a Koar standard(lightning) but can be changed by the buyer. That's 4.5 weeks of paladin resource, 8.5m silver.

Arbeia nods.
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Kothos nods in agreement.
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Arbeia agrees with Sayilla.
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Perigourd nods grimly.
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Aendir rests a gentle hand on Kothos's arm.
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The dim aura fades from around Eril.
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Kencathedrus adopts an agreeable expression.
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Kothos smiles quietly to himself.
>
Eril begins to breathe less deeply.
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Kothos pulls his hands out of the confines of his embroidered cassock's sleeves.

Kothos touches Aendir.
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Gwynek turns an inquisitive ear toward Sayilla.
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Eril appears less confident.
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The brilliant aura fades away from Eril.
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The opalescent aura fades from around Eril.
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Khobra smiles quietly to herself.
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Khobra casually observes her surroundings.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Chungus echo in your mind:
Sold.

Qalinor adds, "It would be rather dangerous to allow anyone near her, especially one that may, in some ways, be sympathetic to her cause. That is not a slight on you, but you share beliefs."
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Elaejia gazes with interest at Kothos.
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Arbeia adopts an agreeable expression.
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Kothos nods at Qalinor.
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Rohese nods faintly.
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Sayilla says, "But as monarchs, we are not so rigid as to quickly deny such a request... but we almost must consider the lives and safety of those under our watch."
>
Kencathedrus agrees with Qalinor.
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Qalinor glances at Sayilla.
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Speaking to Qalinor, Kothos says, "An understandable precaution, your Excellency."
>
Rohese looks thoughtfully at Sayilla.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Pfeermae echo in your mind:
Where would one find absinthe green pearls?

Gwynek glances at Qalinor.
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Gwynek glances at Sayilla.
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A white glow rushes away from Eril.
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Eril seems hesitant, looking unsure of himself.
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Kothos says, "I had hoped..."
>You hear the General thoughts of Ibar echo in your mind:
Ibar thinks, "Good afternoon all."

A subtle light fades from Eril's eyes.
>
Kothos says, "If I hear her out, and she manages the same..."
>You hear the General thoughts of Ramladu echo in your mind:
Ramladu thinks, "Afternoon."

You notice your blood flow go back to normal.
>
The glowing specks of energy surrounding you suddenly shoot off in all directions, then quickly fade away.
>
The light blue glow leaves you.
>
The brilliant luminescence fades from around you.
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The misty halo fades from you.
>
The deep blue glow leaves you.
>
You lose your extra internal fortitude.
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You feel your forehead pulse as your mind relaxes.
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Like sand through an hourglass, your visions of the future slip away and fade from your mind.
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The bright luminescence fades from around you.
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You become solid again.
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You no longer feel so dextrous.
>
You return to normal color.
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The air about you stops shimmering.
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You feel your extra strength departing.
>
The silvery luminescence fades from around you.
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Rohese looks at Kothos with concern.
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Qalinor concedes, "I suppose we can take it into consideration. It will require more time than we can grant at this audience."
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Kothos says, "That perhaps she would take responsibility for what she has done."
>You hear the General thoughts of Felarynth echo in your mind:
Felarynth thinks, "Good afternoon, Ibar."

Arbeia shakes her head.
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Arbeia glances down.
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Kothos says, "Of course, and my thanks, for hearing me."
>You hear the General thoughts of Dhevlyn echo in your mind:
Dhevlyn thinks, "Afternoon m'friend."

Kothos bows respectfully, his eyes fixed firmly on the ground.
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Kencathedrus perspires delicately.
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Speaking anxiously to Kothos, Rohese whispers aloud, "What if she were to hurt you though? You are a dear friend to many."
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Kothos smiles at Rohese.
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Arastir shifts his weight.
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Qalinor asks, "Does anyone speak in direct opposition to this request?"
>
Speaking to Rohese, Kothos says, "Then have faith in me, my dear. It is worth the risk."
>
The visage of a kitten briefly obscures Eril's face before the illusion shatters into motes of misty green light.
>You hear the General thoughts of Ibar echo in your mind:
Ibar thinks, "Afternoon, I hope all of you are well."

Perigourd grunts.
>
Rohese nods slightly at Kothos.
>
Teveriel lets out a long, contemplative breath.
>
Khobra casually observes her surroundings.
>
Speaking fondly to Kothos, Rohese says, "Then I shall."
>
Rohese gives Kothos a lingering kiss on the cheek.
>You hear the General thoughts of Behavin echo in your mind:
Behavin thinks, "Well well well."
You hear the General thoughts of Starmizt echo in your mind:
Starmizt exclaims, "Good afternoon son !"

Kothos rests a gentle hand on Rohese's arm.
>
Elaejia seems to lose some dexterity.
>
Elaejia is no longer moving so silently.
>
Elaejia seems to lose an aura of confidence.
>
The swirling breeze around Elaejia finally settles.
>
Elaejia seems to lose some internal strength.
>
The air about Elaejia stops shimmering.
>
Kothos slowly empties his lungs.
>
Kakoon asks, "Will there be a guard the entire time they are performing their cleric duties? Under watch and all that?"
>
Kothos quietly says, "Now I shall go explode into anxiety-laced confetti."
>
Rohese gazes in amusement at Kothos.
>
Missoni rests a gentle hand on Kothos's arm.
>
Speaking to Kakoon, Qalinor says, "If we were to accept such a petition, yes."
>
Rivienne smiles at Kothos.
>
One of the bleeding fairy helmet mushrooms on Dendum's fragmented staff quivers, shaking free a shower of golden spores.
>You hear the General thoughts of Ibar echo in your mind:
Directed to Starmizt, Ibar thinks, "Heyo Ma."

Roelaren agrees with Kakoon.
>
Gwynek smirks at Kothos.
>
Kothos says, "I would certainly hope so. Being that I have little love for pain and torment."
>
Tabubu's eyes crinkle slightly at the edges.

>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|GET READY| Duskruin opens in less than two weeks! This run, it goes from February 7 until March 2. Never been before? The Duskruin Primer will help you navigate this very popular pay event: https://bit.ly/2NWFzGR as well as the main Duskruin Page: https://bit.ly/3iJ3B5l .

Qalinor says, "We will answer the petition, but it will likely take much deliberation before we come to an answer to your request."
>
Qalinor says, "Please exercise patience in the matter."
>
Kothos bows respectfully before Qalinor, his eyes fixed firmly on the ground.
>
Kothos bows respectfully before Sayilla, his eyes fixed firmly on the ground.
>
Kothos says, "I am a patient priest, it rather comes with the cassock. Again, my thanks, your Excellency."
>
Kothos reaches out and touches his aventurine Ivas symbol.
>
Rohese smiles at Kothos.
>
Sayilla inclines her head.
>
Kothos smiles.
>
Caerinda announces, "The formal court session has concluded."
>
The legionnaires crisply strike the chest of their gilt armor three times with their fists and turn sharply on their heels. They begin to march out in two rows with the Sapphire Guard, merging into a single, uniform line as they exit through the archway.
>
Rohese lets out a long, contemplative breath.
>
Qalinor slowly empties his lungs.
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Thrassus folds his hands behind his back.
>
Lord Eril just went through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
>
Rohese nods approvingly.
>
Vellani gazes out.
>
Speaking to Sayilla, Qalinor whispers aloud, "Nothing exploded."
>
Rohese giggles to herself.
>
Elaejia furrows her brow.
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The glowing specks of energy surrounding Aendir suddenly shoot off in all directions, then quickly fade away.
>
Aendir chuckles.
>
Rohese lowers her gaze.
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Sirona smiles.
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Gwynek snickers.
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Roelaren smiles.
>
Speaking slowly to Qalinor, Sayilla asks, "So don't bring in the firework-filled peahen?"
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Kothos laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.
>
Speaking to Aendir, Elaejia murmurs, "Do you suppose that was an option?"
>
Qalinor raises his voice in merry laughter.
>
Perigourd glances appraisingly at Sayilla.
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Aendir cocks his head at Elaejia.
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Perigourd grins at Missoni.
>
Elaejia shrugs slightly at Aendir.
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Speaking apprehensively to Elaejia, Rohese says, "I do hope not or I may have to revisit my outfit options next time."
>
Missoni stares at Perigourd with an unreadable look of utter blankness.
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Rohese bites her lip.
>
Speaking dryly in Elven to Qalinor, Jaranzair asks something you don't understand.
>
Elaejia chuckles to herself.
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Speaking wryly to himself, Kothos whispers aloud, "The noise level alone would drown out the audience."
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Gwynek agrees with Kothos.
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Kencathedrus glances at Jaranzair.
>
Speaking to Jaranzair, Qalinor murmurs, "Not in these socks."
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Speaking wryly to Rohese, Elaejia agrees, "Getting detritus out of fur is quite the headache."
>
Roelaren curtsies to Qalinor.
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Speaking quietly in Elven to Kothos, Gwynek says something you don't understand.
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Rohese nods in agreement at Elaejia.
>
Murharzarm says, "In my experience, it's something to keep in the back of one's mind."
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Aendir grins.
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Kencathedrus chuckles.
>
Speaking quietly to Kothos, Gwynek says, "We would never hear aught again."
>
Speaking to Qalinor, Kothos says, "Beautiful colors on the waterfowl, your Excellency."
>
The powerful look leaves Thrassus.
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The dim aura fades from around Thrassus.
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Thrassus begins to breathe less deeply.
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The dully illuminated mantle protecting Thrassus begins to falter, then completely fades away.
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Roelaren curtsies to Sayilla.
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Speaking softly to Elaejia, Rohese exclaims, "And scorched silk. A calamity!"
>
Speaking to Kothos, Qalinor says, "It was a gift."
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Speaking to Gwynek, Kothos says, "A curse to rival the worst Sorcerer spell."
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Speaking to Qalinor, Sayilla agrees, "They do suit you."
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Kencathedrus just opened a crimson aqilorn longcloak cut sharply from the high collar.
>
Speaking to Kothos, Qalinor says, "A custom of ours."
>
Elaejia gazes in amusement at Rohese.
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Sayilla smiles at Roelaren.
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Gwynek agrees with Kothos.
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Roelaren smiles at Sayilla.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Leafiara echo in your mind:
Selling 701 bonus enchanting at 2.5m per week and Battle Standards up to P6 at 4m per week!

Speaking to Qalinor, Kothos says, "I shall have to inform my daughter of this, she is most fond of sending out fibercraft presents."
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Kothos smiles.
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Rohese smiles at Kothos.
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Kothos gives a sidelong glance at Sayilla.
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Kothos winks at Sayilla.
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Speaking softly to Kothos, Rohese says, "Do send my love to Reynai."
>
Gwynek glances around the room.
>
Speaking to Rohese, Kothos says, "She has it already, but I shall, never the less."
>
Perigourd leans softly against Missoni.
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Speaking adoringly to Kothos, Sayilla says, "I will cherish my shawl as long as I can."
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Kothos rests a gentle hand on Rohese's arm.
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Sirona sighs softly.
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Sayilla sincerely says, "Down to the threads."
>look
[Guardian Keep, Grand Audience] (14119029)
Blazing on high, a domed ceiling of stained glass is imbued with swirls of golden and crimson that form the lithe musculature of a spread-winged wyvern staring down upon the audience chamber. Marble pillars, limned in fiery shades by the creature's span, foist vibrant scarlet banners bordered in washes of golden brocade. Armored statues stand to either side of a plush red velvet carpet scaling the mass of a lasimor dais centered with an immense solid gold throne beside a silver feather-fanned throne. You also see a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
Also here: Seneschal Dendum, Courtier Khobra, Lord Legionnaire Commander Cyik, Lord Legionnaire Commander Jaranzair, Sister-in-Arms Roelaren, the Argent Mirror's attendants, Sayilla who is sitting, King Qalinor who is sitting, Sirona, Riend, Stassy, Lord Kothos, Imrys, Adjutant Yunni, High Lord Chamberlain Caerinda, Arastir, Lord Teveriel, Lord Ilvisar, Gwynek, Tabubu, Perigourd, Bathcwyn Missoni, Meril, Lucraine, Squire Legionnaire Kencathedrus, Lady Elaejia, Master Aendir, Murharzarm, Emissary Thrassus, Arbeia, Rivienne, Lady Vellani, Loremaster Rohese, Lord Regent Phinalren, Admiral Kakoon
Obvious exits: none
>
Aendir leans softly against Elaejia.
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Kothos smiles at Sayilla.
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Missoni leans softly against Perigourd.
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Speaking softly to Kothos, Rohese says, "Such a sweet child."
>
Elaejia sets about preparing Aendir to be as presentable as possible.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
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Speaking to Sayilla, Qalinor says, "Perhaps I should start having refreshments like the Illistim Court."
>
Rohese lets out a long, contemplative breath.
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Speaking to Sayilla, Kothos says, "It is a gift from one happy abode to another."
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Sirona whispers something to Riend.
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Kothos folds his hands behind his back.
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Aendir nods at Qalinor.
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Sirona whispers something to Riend.
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Rohese softly exclaims, "Well, I think it's time to visit the Wisteria Markets and see about some scrapbooking!"
>
Riend nods faintly at Sirona.
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Arbeia says, "Yes, It is time to go set up."
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Arbeia nods at Rohese.
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Sirona nods slowly.
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Rivienne agrees with Rohese.
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Roelaren whispers, "That was interesting."
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Rohese smiles at Arbeia.
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Qalinor says, "Thank you for your attendance."
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Arbeia performs a traditional Tehir bow, her practiced movements imbued with elven grace.
>
Speaking to Qalinor, Sayilla agrees, "And you should."
>
Rohese bows her head slightly toward Qalinor as she drops into a deep, respectful curtsy before him.
>
Stassy says, "Thank you for having us."
>
Stassy smiles.
>
Stassy curtsies.
>group
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Type GROUP CLOSE to set your group status to closed, or type GROUP HELP for a list of other options.
>
Elaejia inclines her head.
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Straightening her back, Rohese gives a formal, low curtsy to Sayilla. She inclines her head as well, giving Sayilla a brief nod.
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Gwynek bows to Qalinor.
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Sayilla stands up.
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Gwynek bows to Sayilla.
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Aendir says, "Thank you for allowing us."
>
Inclining his head slightly, Murharzarm offers the most minimal of bows with an air of utmost politeness.
>
Aendir's bow is graceful, if perfunctory. He follows the bow with a brief nod of his head.
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Sayilla suddenly says, "Oh yes, the markets."
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Vellani curtsies gracefully to Qalinor.
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Kencathedrus snaps to attention and crisply strikes his chest with a closed fist in a display of respect to Qalinor.
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Tabubu nods respectfully.
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Kencathedrus kneels down.
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Kencathedrus stands up.
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Qalinor says, "I should visit the markets some time."
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You hear very soft footsteps.
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Imrys nods respectfully.
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Arbeia nods at Qalinor.
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Straightening her back, Rivienne gives a formal, low curtsy to Sayilla. She inclines her head as well, giving Sayilla a brief nod.
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Teveriel simply notes, "Excellency."
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Sirona agrees with Riend.
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Teveriel bows deeply at the waist, honoring Qalinor.
>
Speaking to Qalinor, Sayilla says, "I assume they'll be in full swing soon."
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Arbeia performs a traditional Tehir bow to Qalinor, her practiced movements imbued with elven grace.
>
Kencathedrus performs a bow characteristic of the Vaalor before Sayilla.
>
Arbeia performs a traditional Tehir bow to Sayilla, her practiced movements imbued with elven grace.
>
Straightening her back, Rivienne gives a formal, low curtsy to Qalinor. She inclines her head as well, giving Qalinor a brief nod.
>
Arbeia strides through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors, her steps being shadowed by the flickering form of an enormous scorpion made of smoldering saffron motes.
>
Speaking to Elaejia, Aendir asks, "Shall we head home for a bit?"
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Khobra bows her head slightly as she drops into a deep, respectful curtsy.
>
Teveriel wishes, "Good afternoon. And safe travels to our guests."
>
Elaejia nods in agreement at Aendir.
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Teveriel nods slightly.
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Gwynek waves to Teveriel.
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Sweeping his arm outward, Kothos bows low in a grand fashion.
>

An old memory bubbles up from your past, and causes you to reflect a moment. With a flash of insight, you realize you understand yourself a bit better than you did a moment ago. The sudden feeling of self-knowledge is a pleasant one.

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Qalinor asks, "Are you all going to the markets?"
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Aendir says, "I will see some of you at the markets, I'm sure."
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Missoni agrees with Rohese.
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Rohese nods enthusiastically at Qalinor!
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Aendir nods at Qalinor.
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Lord Teveriel just went through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
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Aendir says, "Eventually."
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Elaejia nods in agreement.
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Speaking to Qalinor, Missoni says, "Certainly."
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Elaejia joins Aendir's group.
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Speaking softly to Qalinor, Rohese says, "Not to be missed."
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Perigourd pulls off one of his golvern gauntlets and quickly massages his fingers, then cracks his knuckles and slips it back on.
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Rohese smiles at Qalinor.
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With a subtle tilt of his head, Thrassus's slender finger taps lightly on his bottom lip as he becomes lost in thought.
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Kothos says, "I myself must be away for home, but I wish you all a fun shopping trip."
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Sirona nods at Riend.
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Riend nods slowly at Sirona.
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Kothos gives Rohese a lingering kiss on the wrist.
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Rohese gives Kothos a lingering kiss on the cheek.
>
Kencathedrus says, "Good day all. Enjoy our city while you are here."
>
Rohese blushes a rosy pink shade at Kothos.
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Kothos smiles at Perigourd.
>
A sliver of obsidian-flecked black diamond, which is set against Khobra's forehead, glitters brightly for a few moments.
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Rohese demurely lowers her misty grey eyes.
>
Cupping the body of her circular bone locket in her palm, Tabubu triggers the lid's opening spring with her thumb, causing it to pop open. Glancing ever so briefly at the facing, she closes the timepiece quickly and then lets it slip from her hands and dangle from the chain around her neck.
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Master Aendir's group just went through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
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Sirona nods understandingly at Riend.
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Kothos gives Missoni a lingering kiss on the cheek.
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Khobra casually observes her surroundings.
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Perigourd turns toward Kothos and renders a sharp hand salute.
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Missoni gives Kothos a lingering kiss on the cheek.
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Speaking to Kothos, Missoni says, "Until later."
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Murharzarm nods at Kothos.
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Kothos bows to Sayilla.
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Speaking quietly to Riend, Sirona says, "I may find myself there eventually."
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Kothos bows to Qalinor.
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Sirona nods slowly.
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Rohese whispers something to Lucraine.
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Kothos smiles at Riend.
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Qalinor stands up.
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Sayilla drops into a deep curtsy, moving smoothly as her arms sweep grandly to her sides.
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Roelaren whispers, "I am gonna use my pin to get home and then take some time away from the pc to let my eyes rest before the fury hunt."
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Kothos nods at Thrassus.
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Kothos smiles at Murharzarm.
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Thrassus nods at Kothos.
>
Sirona quietly says, "Have a good afternoon all."
>
Rohese smiles at Sirona.
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Qalinor turns his shoulders to the left in a long, slow stretch.
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With a graceful flutter of her hands, Sirona sinks down in a formal curtsy.
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Kothos bows to Sirona.
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Kothos waves to you.
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Speaking to Sirona, Riend offers, "A bit of shopping is known to raise the spirits."
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Speaking to Sayilla, Qalinor says, "I believe my throne needs some cushions."
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Sirona grins at Riend.
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Kencathedrus casually brushes a clump of dirt off his aqilorn longcloak, and it lands right at Thrassus's feet!
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Kothos waves to Roelaren.
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Sirona nods once.
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Sirona smiles.
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Kencathedrus just closed a crimson aqilorn longcloak cut sharply from the high collar.
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Riend nods politely at Kothos.
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Gwynek quietly says, "Have a good evening everyone. Safe travels, or featsing, or what haves you."
>
Kothos smiles at Riend.
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Sirona just went through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
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Lucraine nods at Rohese.
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Perigourd bows deeply at the waist, honoring Sayilla.
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* Chungus is off to a rough start! He was just put on ice!
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Lucraine smiles.
>whisper roelaren I'll not make fury, hope to be home from my sister's dinner to make Gryphons though
You quietly whisper to Roelaren, "I'll not make fury, hope to be home from my sister's dinner to make Gryphons though."
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Rohese smiles gey
>
Speaking to Qalinor, Sayilla says, "But then we'd be sitting up here all day."
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Kothos strides over to stand before Rohese.
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Rohese smiles at Gwynek.
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Perigourd faces Qalinor and crisply renders a chivalrous salute.
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Gwynek waves.
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Rohese gently brushes her nose against Kothos's.
>
Gwynek just went through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
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Kothos leans forward.
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Kothos gives Rohese a lingering kiss, first on one cheek, then the other.
>
A trail of faintly glowing, forest green hoof-shaped prints follows Perigourd as he moves through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
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Rohese blushes a rosy pink shade at Kothos.
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Qalinor begins chuckling at Sayilla!
>
Speaking to Qalinor, Roelaren says, "I am recently released from the empaths tent, I need to retire for a few hours before contuing my day."
>
Squire Legionnaire Kencathedrus just marched stiffly through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
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Speaking quietly to Rohese, Kothos says, "I shall see you soon, my dearest."
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Kothos rests a gentle hand on Rohese's arm.
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Rivienne just went through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
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Qalinor nods at Roelaren.
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Speaking affectionately to Kothos, Rohese says, "I hope so."
>
Imrys just went through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
>
Kothos smiles at Rohese.
>
Rohese wiggles her nose.
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Kothos bows to Caerinda.
>
Speaking in Elven to Jaranzair, Cyik says something you don't understand.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Avignon echo in your mind:
Selling an L1 and/or an L2 bard luck cast, 2m weekly or 1.5m weekly if you buy both.

Kothos bows to Jaranzair.
>
Lord Kothos just went through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
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Jaranzair nods at Cyik.
>
Jaranzair snaps to attention and crisply strikes his chest with a closed fist in a display of respect to Qalinor.
>
Murharzarm seems hesitant, looking unsure of himself.
>
Jaranzair snaps to attention and crisply strikes his chest with a closed fist in a display of respect to Sayilla.
>
Rohese softly says, "And good luck with your request."
>look
[Guardian Keep, Grand Audience] (14119029)
Blazing on high, a domed ceiling of stained glass is imbued with swirls of golden and crimson that form the lithe musculature of a spread-winged wyvern staring down upon the audience chamber. Marble pillars, limned in fiery shades by the creature's span, foist vibrant scarlet banners bordered in washes of golden brocade. Armored statues stand to either side of a plush red velvet carpet scaling the mass of a lasimor dais centered with an immense solid gold throne beside a silver feather-fanned throne. You also see a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
Also here: Courtier Khobra, Lord Legionnaire Commander Cyik, Lord Legionnaire Commander Jaranzair, Sister-in-Arms Roelaren, the Argent Mirror's attendants, Sayilla, King Qalinor, Riend, Stassy, Adjutant Yunni, High Lord Chamberlain Caerinda, Arastir, Lord Ilvisar, Tabubu, Bathcwyn Missoni, Meril, Lucraine, Murharzarm, Emissary Thrassus, Lady Vellani, Loremaster Rohese, Lord Regent Phinalren, Admiral Kakoon
Obvious exits: none
>
Rohese glances around the room.
>
Cyik snaps to attention and crisply strikes his chest with a closed fist in a display of respect to Qalinor.
>
Sayilla inclines her head.
>
Cyik snaps to attention and crisply strikes his chest with a closed fist in a display of respect to Sayilla.
>
Riend seems hesitant, looking unsure of herself.
>
Missoni seems slightly different.
>
Khobra glances between Cyik and Jaranzair.
>
Roelaren whispers, "Would ye help me find my way out of here."
>
Riend seems slightly different.
>
Rohese clasps Lucraine's hand tenderly.
>
Lord Legionnaire Commander Jaranzair's group just went through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
>
Arastir performs a bow characteristic of the Illistim before Sayilla.
>
Missoni seems hesitant, looking unsure of herself.
>nod roe
Arastir performs a bow characteristic of the Illistim before Qalinor.
>
You nod at Roelaren.
>
Roelaren joins your group.
>
Rohese seems slightly different.
>
Vellani seems slightly different.
>
Thrassus seems slightly different.
>
Lucraine seems slightly different.
>
Yunni seems slightly different.
>
Roelaren seems slightly different.
>whisper join me
What were you referring to?
>
Yunni quietly wishes, "May the rest of the day treat you all well."
>
Rohese softly says, "I shall no doubt see many of you at the Markets."
>
Missoni wishes, "Fair afternoon. I should gather some things for the Markets."
>
Arastir murmurs, "Wait until Gasen hears."
>
Rohese waves.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|UPDATE| GM Vanah announced new, updated analyzes for Bird Call Whistles, History Orbs, Herb kits, and Lirion Bows. https://bit.ly/3WuOWOz .
whisper roelaren join me
You quietly whisper to Roelaren, "Join me."
>
Murharzarm seems slightly different.
>
Yunni places an arm against her waist and courteously bows.
>
Yunni seems hesitant, looking unsure of herself.
>
Rohese seems hesitant, looking unsure of herself.
>
Vellani seems hesitant, looking unsure of herself.
>
Thrassus seems hesitant, looking unsure of himself.
>
Lucraine seems hesitant, looking unsure of himself.
>
Thrassus says, "I should be starting my trip back west. Do have a wonderful evening, all."
>
Roelaren seems hesitant, looking unsure of herself.
>
Roelaren nods to you.
>
Ilvisar casually glances around the room.
>
Lord Ilvisar just went through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
>
Missoni performs a bow characteristic of those from Solhaven.
>
Speaking to Arastir, Qalinor says, "As punishment, he should not be allowed to join in."
>look
[Guardian Keep, Grand Audience] (14119029)
Blazing on high, a domed ceiling of stained glass is imbued with swirls of golden and crimson that form the lithe musculature of a spread-winged wyvern staring down upon the audience chamber. Marble pillars, limned in fiery shades by the creature's span, foist vibrant scarlet banners bordered in washes of golden brocade. Armored statues stand to either side of a plush red velvet carpet scaling the mass of a lasimor dais centered with an immense solid gold throne beside a silver feather-fanned throne. You also see a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
Also here: Courtier Khobra, Sister-in-Arms Roelaren, the Argent Mirror's attendants, Sayilla, King Qalinor, Riend, Stassy, Adjutant Yunni, High Lord Chamberlain Caerinda, Arastir, Tabubu, Bathcwyn Missoni, Meril, Lucraine, Murharzarm, Emissary Thrassus, Lady Vellani, Loremaster Rohese, Admiral Kakoon
Obvious exits: none
>
You hear very soft footsteps.
>
Arastir chuckles.
>
Rohese looks thoughtfully at Qalinor.
>
Thrassus nods politely.
>group
You are leading Roelaren.

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>
The green-gold web of protection surrounding Riend falls away, unraveling as it fades.
>
Bathcwyn Missoni flounces through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors amidst a diffuse cloud of prismatic glitter.
>
Qalinor winks at Rohese.
>
Speaking to Qalinor, Arastir says, "He can simply fetch the water."
>
Emissary Thrassus strides through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors, his steps being shadowed by the flickering form of a glinting stygian scarab beetle made of misty sanguine motes.
>
Rohese giggles to herself.
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Rohese lowers her gaze.
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Qalinor nods at Arastir.
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Rohese sympathetically murmurs, "Poor Gasen."
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Rohese bites her lip.
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The green-gold web of protection surrounding Roelaren falls away, unraveling as it fades.
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The green-gold web of protection surrounding Murharzarm falls away, unraveling as it fades.
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The green-gold web of protection surrounding Rohese falls away, unraveling as it fades.
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The green-gold web of protection surrounding Vellani falls away, unraveling as it fades.
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The green-gold web of protection surrounding Lucraine falls away, unraveling as it fades.
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* Chungus is off to a rough start! He just bit the dust!
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Qalinor says, "If you'll excuse us, I trust the Master of Kitchens is nearly prepared with our meal."
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Murharzarm says, "I should prepare myself mentally for window shopping."
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Speaking to Sayilla, Arastir says, "I'll go see to our preparations, Say-Argent Mirror."
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Peggyanne echo in your mind:
Seeking "a twist of fragrant catnip" somone offered me one last night and said it was placed in Willow Hall somewhere but I was unable to locate it. I'll pay well for one thats not been basketifierized.

Rohese softly says, "And I have a ferry to catch."
>warsalute bow sayilla
You bow deeply at the waist, honoring Sayilla.
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Rohese pauses in place and glances around for a moment, as if pondering which direction to go.
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Loremaster Rohese's group just went through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
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Arastir just went through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
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Speaking to Sayilla, Qalinor says, "It will be a most exquisite send off."
>look
[Guardian Keep, Grand Audience] (14119029)
Blazing on high, a domed ceiling of stained glass is imbued with swirls of golden and crimson that form the lithe musculature of a spread-winged wyvern staring down upon the audience chamber. Marble pillars, limned in fiery shades by the creature's span, foist vibrant scarlet banners bordered in washes of golden brocade. Armored statues stand to either side of a plush red velvet carpet scaling the mass of a lasimor dais centered with an immense solid gold throne beside a silver feather-fanned throne. You also see a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
Also here: Courtier Khobra, Sister-in-Arms Roelaren, the Argent Mirror's attendants, Sayilla, King Qalinor, Riend, Stassy, High Lord Chamberlain Caerinda, Tabubu, Meril, Murharzarm, Lady Vellani, Admiral Kakoon
Obvious exits: none
>warsalute bow aqlinor
Please specify a valid target for your salute.
>warsalute bow qalinor
You bow deeply at the waist, honoring Qalinor.
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Caerinda curtsies to Qalinor.
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High Lord Chamberlain Caerinda just went through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
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Speaking interestedly to Qalinor, Sayilla asks, "Oh?"
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Roelaren says, "Thank ye both for opening the court session to all of us."
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Tenacity echo in your mind:
Peggy let me know if you find it! Always welcomed to mine.
look
[Guardian Keep, Grand Audience] (14119029)
Blazing on high, a domed ceiling of stained glass is imbued with swirls of golden and crimson that form the lithe musculature of a spread-winged wyvern staring down upon the audience chamber. Marble pillars, limned in fiery shades by the creature's span, foist vibrant scarlet banners bordered in washes of golden brocade. Armored statues stand to either side of a plush red velvet carpet scaling the mass of a lasimor dais centered with an immense solid gold throne beside a silver feather-fanned throne. You also see a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
Also here: Courtier Khobra, Sister-in-Arms Roelaren, the Argent Mirror's attendants, Sayilla, King Qalinor, Riend, Stassy, Tabubu, Meril, Murharzarm, Lady Vellani, Admiral Kakoon
Obvious exits: none
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The air about Roelaren stops shimmering.
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Roelaren smiles at Sayilla.
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Qalinor bows to Sayilla and extends his arm for her to take.
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Roelaren smiles at Qalinor.
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Sayilla curtsies to Qalinor and takes his arm.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Peggyanne echo in your mind:
I am trying to get my own so i dont have to bother you all the time.

Khobra smiles.
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Vellani gathers the wide skirts of her charmeuse gown in her hands and drops into a low curtsy while maintaining impeccable posture and grace.
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Qalinor says, "Good day, citizens and guests."
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Meril clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.
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Arabesques of obsidian-hued twine deep within the heart of Khobra's black diamond.
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Qalinor glances at Vellani.
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Speaking in Elven, Vellani wishes something you don't understand.
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Her hand lowered, Sayilla gives a subtle wave.
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Khobra respectfully concludes, "Good afterrnoon."
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Riend nods politely.
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Tabubu inclines her head.
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Speaking in Elven, Roelaren says something you don't understand.
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Roelaren curtsies.
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Lady Vellani just went through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
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King Qalinor's group just went through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
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Stassy just went through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
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Tabubu slowly empties her lungs.
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The very powerful look leaves Tabubu.
The white light leaves Tabubu.
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The dull golden nimbus fades from around Tabubu.
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Riend just went through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
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Tabubu shakes her head, clucking her tongue.
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Speaking in Elven, Murharzarm says something you don't understand.
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Tabubu just went through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
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Murharzarm bows.
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Murharzarm just went through a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
>'And thank you for communicating in the Common language for us visitors. It has been a pleasure visiting the Elven Nations, but duties demand I return immediately. Please let me know if I can be of service to your people
You quietly say, "And thank you for communicating in the Common language for us visitors. It has been a pleasure visiting the Elven Nations, but duties demand I return immediately. Please let me know if I can be of service to your people."
>look
[Guardian Keep, Grand Audience] (14119029)
Blazing on high, a domed ceiling of stained glass is imbued with swirls of golden and crimson that form the lithe musculature of a spread-winged wyvern staring down upon the audience chamber. Marble pillars, limned in fiery shades by the creature's span, foist vibrant scarlet banners bordered in washes of golden brocade. Armored statues stand to either side of a plush red velvet carpet scaling the mass of a lasimor dais centered with an immense solid gold throne beside a silver feather-fanned throne. You also see a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors.
Also here: Courtier Khobra, Sister-in-Arms Roelaren, Meril, Admiral Kakoon
Obvious exits: none
>
Roelaren smiles at you.
>bow
You bow.
>go arch
[Guardian Keep, Grand Hall] (14119014)
Two stories above, the vaulted ceiling is adorned by chandeliers of vivid fire-hued crystal. A commingling of crimson and golden light falls in shattered patches on the snowy marble floor and columns, setting them brightly ablaze. The hall ends in a large eahnor-banded archway framing twin linden doors, with a set of gold-flecked stone steps guarded by a pair of brass braziers to its right. Nearly hidden in the splendor is a wooden door leading into the eastern wall. You also see some polished double doors set into the western wall.
Obvious exits: north
Roelaren followed.
>
You hear very soft footsteps.
>n
[Guardian Keep, Grand Hall] (14119013)
Resplendent banners of crimson and gold festoon the procession of columns to either side of the hallway. At the center of the walk, a tremendous statue stands atop a tiered dais, haloed in the golden light of sconces adorning the nearby columns. Sanguine-hued runners border sprawling walkways that delve into dark corridors to the east and west. You also see a gold-tasseled brocade tapestry.
Also here: Lady Vellani
Obvious exits: north, east, south, west
Roelaren followed.
>n
[Guardian Keep, Grand Hall] (14119012)
Shaped from shining white marble veined by streams of vibrant gold, tremendous fluted columns rise from the floor to support the second-story arched ceiling. Punctuating the march of the columns are muscled figures of stone and suits of burnished armor. The plush runners underfoot flow like crimson rivers, sheathing the cold marble of the floor. Arches to the west and east lead to the citadel's barracks, while a set of doors opens onto the courtyard.
Obvious exits: south
Roelaren followed.
>go doors
Lady Vellani just arrived.
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[Guardian Keep, Courtyard] (14119001)
A wide cobblestone walkway leads across a cultivated green lawn directly to the doors of Guardian Keep. Flanking the walkway on either side are rows of meticulously trimmed hedges, expertly shaped to resemble a variety of creatures. The keep itself soars three stories high, its crenellated granite walls anchored by an immense tower at its northwest corner. To the east and west, a path leads to row upon row of dazzlingly colorful flowerbeds. A massive iron portcullis exits to the gatehouse. You also see a resplendent obsidian black raven that is flying around, an enormous midnight black greatfang and a lively wood spirit that is flying around.
Obvious paths: east, west
Roelaren followed.
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Lady Vellani just came through the keep doors.
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Lady Vellani just went under a massive iron portcullis.
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Meril just came through the keep doors.
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You hear very soft footsteps.
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Meril just went under a massive iron portcullis.
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You hear very soft footsteps.
>e
[Guardian Keep, East Garden] (14119011)
The lawn rises and falls in gentle hills, and narrow paths wind around the natural slopes, looping among beds of pink and white carnations, crimson dragonstalks, lush hostas, and fragrant angelica. Three large fountains adorn the garden: to the north a Vaalor soldier stands at attention, his sword point down before him; to the south, a wyvern spreads its wings, its maw agape in anger; and centered on the main path, a traditional fountain with six tiers of golden bowls burbles quietly.
Obvious paths: east, west
Roelaren followed.
>w
[Guardian Keep, Courtyard] (14119001)
A wide cobblestone walkway leads across a cultivated green lawn directly to the doors of Guardian Keep. Flanking the walkway on either side are rows of meticulously trimmed hedges, expertly shaped to resemble a variety of creatures. The keep itself soars three stories high, its crenellated granite walls anchored by an immense tower at its northwest corner. To the east and west, a path leads to row upon row of dazzlingly colorful flowerbeds. A massive iron portcullis exits to the gatehouse. You also see a resplendent obsidian black raven that is flying around.
Obvious paths: east, west
Roelaren followed.
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Speaking to you, Roelaren says, "I am happy I found my way into here."
>go port
[Guardian Keep, Gatehouse] (14119031)
Within the gatehouse, a deep shadow is cast by the surrounding granite walls. Rows of iron sconces are mounted along each thick wall to hold flickering torches. Above the torches, the walls are dotted with arrow slits, and high overhead, a series of murder holes can be spied. A massive iron portcullis leads to the keep's formal courtyard, while shining eahnor gates exit to Amaranth Court.
Obvious paths: none
Roelaren followed.
>grin
You grin.
>'Aye, I needed direction getting there also
You quietly say, "Aye, I needed direction getting there also."
>go gate
[Ta'Vaalor, Amaranth Court] (14100082)
The towering exterior wall of Guardian Keep is covered with skillfully cultivated vines of creeping fig. On either side of the shining eahnor gates, an exquisite cutout in the greenery outlines the shape of a wyvern rampant. At the base of the wall, meticulously planted beds of vivid crimson and gold flowers depict the crest of House Vaalor, the white marble path splitting to lead visitors around to one side or the other. You also see an ancient cinereous vulture that is flying around and Guardsman Hawynrah.
Obvious paths: north
Roelaren followed.
>peer e
You peer east but see nothing of interest.
>n
[Ta'Vaalor, Amaranth Court] (14100007)
Teeming with greenery and flowers, the center of the court provides a temporary gathering spot for the residents of the city. Beds of multicolored peonies, deep green ivy, and the wey's namesake amaranth line the cobblestone square beneath a canopy of thick shade trees. Sunlight drifts across the cobbles in small patches, moving at the whimsy of the breeze as it stirs the leafy boughs above. You also see a ragged old blind man.
Also here: Gellarth who is sitting, Thorkhurnak, Varyndel
Obvious paths: north, east, south, west
Roelaren followed.
>peer e
You peer east and see ...

[Ta'Vaalor, Amaranth Court] (14100008)
A large grey stone warehouse stands beside the wey, its grey stone facade punctuated with a short series of windows and a wide double-door entry. Tendrils of smoke and a melange of acrid odors emanate from several chimneys extending from the high, peaked roof. A haon sign hangs above the entry.
Obvious paths: east, west
>'bank is east, jeweler west
You quietly say, "Bank is east, jeweler west."
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