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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Kobold Stew" data-source="post: 8970262" data-attributes="member: 23484">Morning comes, and Darrock is tired. He's been up a good part of the night, carving two stones each into the shape of a mountain lion: one is crouching, the swiping with its paw at an unseen opponent. He's not an artist, but is proud of the result. The soapstone was soft, and the silica swirls almost give the cats the effect of a tiger, but with white not dark stripes. The two are keyed to each other now, and he is looking for the Arch Mage. He assumes he'll be there, and he'll give one of the stones to him, placing it in his palm directly. "If you need to contact us, hold  the outstretched paw and speak your message. It can work once per day, your lordship. I'll try to send a message to you each day, at twilight. Please keep the stone with your person." He pulls at one of his ears, which is not as alert as it had been the previous evening. (If The Arch Mage is not at the boat, Darrock will find Fern, and urge him to bring him to his master. "He'll want to say a proper farewell to you, and I would like to give him a gift.").</blockquote>