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*draws his vorpol dusty bunny sword of cuteful painfulness* Give the word! *swords goes as swish'n, from side to side* I'll vorpolize any low down request that is not wanted. *Groooooooowls*

*stepping up to the boards, reading the day's news, requests and threats... his gaze stops upon a tattered piece of paper and smiles very lightly. As if something in his curiosity has been satisfied, he is seen leaving the general area of the boards.*

*any that would be standing by the boards, curious to see the days reading, would feel a slight brush, in only the slightest and before them would appear a parchment, as if from nothing, materialized with its own will to tell its tale.* Maeara, my once known, always loved, Need you not worry...

*with a bit of flare, he would step up to the corkboard, more out of custom to see what insanity is being posted. With an arched brow he reads Bhyrn's poetic wisdom.* *he would be seen leaving the area, only to return shortly with his own message, attaching it next to her parchment.* It would...