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Bren searches this new town for an embassy of his home land. But, each time he stops to ask about where it would be located, he gets quizzical looks and confused glances. Finally someone points him in the direction of the information booth. "They should know there. Dat's their job."
Making his way to the information booth at the far end of town, it is a round makeshift building. Obviously created temporarily for the event, it is a circular structure that is partitioned like a pieces of pie. Banners hang above each section which house a person sitting at a desk. Taking a once around the structure, Rorn, Irthos, The Pell, Rhat'matanis, Illi Esse, Seithr, Heth and even Jirago are represented. A native of each of the lands awaits to help advise or translate for those travelers who have come but are not versed in the ways of the local culture.
Finding his man, "Embassy? Nah, nothing so pretentious as all that. This town isn't big enough to support a presence all the time. I'm just here to smooth out feathers and do a bit of translation if needed. I got a list around here somewhere. I can put your name on it that you attended. It will eventually get back home, but not as if anyone is going to care about it. If you didn't stand out while you were here on your own merit, you wouldn't be much to talk about after the fact."
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Once Sylvain comes down from his room, Borric gets the details that he most desires, where the whorehouse is located. It is a refined establishment off of the main thorough-fare, that has no outwardly appearance of the activities that happen inside. Once inside, expensive and fancy is the entertainment, but fine quality it is. Starting with a bath, Borric and Sylvain both are thoroughly scrubbed with tender loving care.
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The maitre'd shuffles around in the drawer and finds a brown runestone for Anaerion. Double checking, it is indeed the room next to Elenka's. After checking out the rooms and cleaning up a bit, Anaerion does make it to the play. A Tale of Three Borders, a mixture of romance, political intrigue, and assassination plotting are woven between three baronies to the north. As the play rolls on, the viewers get to see all the preparations that are build and build until they are foiled in the end by sheer dumb luck of the naive hero of the story.
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Shadow quickly falls asleep and Aradra makes his way out of town towards the dome. Even though the sun has fallen below the horizon, there is enough of a shimmer to the dome that it is not difficult to find. At the gatehouse,
"The ceremony is tomorrow at sunset. But, if you desire to see the grandeur of the cathedral, you may do so, in peace. The keep on the hill is off limits. If you are born of this world, you may enter. The Cathedral of Mendikarr awaits."
Walking through the shield of energy has a bit of a tingling sensation to it, but does not harm Aradra. Another two hundred yards along the stone road, he comes to the doors, which stand open. Dimly lit by candles, this grand cathedral looks to be able to seat six to eight hundred people or so. Vaulted ceilings, stained glass windows, marble alter, statues of the sainted Mendikarr, all the expected trappings of a cathedral are here. A few acolytes are moving around, cleaning and making final preparations. While the pews in the back and a bit along the sides are made of stone, the more central ones are wood. And up near the front, it seems that acolytes are tending to securing cushions for the VIPs that get the luxurious spots. The main chapel area probably takes up eighty percent of the building. A stone wall behind the dias sports a couple doors, but they seem to be closed and off limits themselves.
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Daylily is having a difficult time with these city folk. Only a few look like they could fight and those are ones that wear metal shells. Remembering, Iosef thought he was strong and proud. But a cough took him by the throat and he could not even carry his own shell. Daylily helped find the majiks to make Iosef strong again, but could not fix his pride. Pride wanders everywhere here.
Finding his way to the roof, the night is strong. The night is always there if you wait for it. The night never fails. The pride in the streets below sounds like cackling chickens running around. Up here, the strong know what he strong know.
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"Me, I think a good swim to stretch out and then listening to the sisters as they sing. It will be good to get wet again. You just don't know how tiring it is to be dry."
Arianna and Elenka both spend a quiet night indoors, listening to the trio of mermaid singers and enjoying being pampered with the finer things city life brings.
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Relic seems content to hole up in his room and study some more. Wandering streets is a young man's game, and Relic has not been one of those for a while. Orlando on the other hand is, and finds several pockets of entertainers around town performing their shows for tips. A play, a concert, a fire breathing act, a few singing minstrels, all can be found this evening.
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