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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Scotley" data-source="post: 3615379" data-attributes="member: 11520">"Well, I hope you'll find Tregere a good place to invest your treasure. As Mayor, let me extend the assistance of my office to you in your endevors. Anthing my staff can do to facilitate your projects here, just let us know." Your host is slurring just a little from the prodigous quantity of wine consumed this evening. "I do hope you are enjoying this final wine. I'm told it is exceptionally rare and has mystical spiritual clensing properties. It is made by a sect of Shieldlander Monks." He is perfectly happy to engage in light conversation a while longer over cigars. He continues to drink wine and no brandy or coffee is offered. As you return to the ship, Michael feels slightly odd, likely some effect of the wine. The world seems slightly distorted around the edges, not unlike the auras he experiences when using his devil's sight. There seems to be no serious effect other than a pleasant feeling and a slight altering of the perceptions. Upon returning to the ship all is in order. The evening has be uneventful and the guards have nothing, but routine matters to report. Michael feels slightly euphoric and very relaxed. Not tired, but merely content to sit and ponder. Loud noises and bright lights seem sharper than normal, but in the quiet dimness of the cabin things seem unusually pleasant.</blockquote>