Sildarin, in the courtyard across from the student housing find the entire place remarkably subdued. Discretely standing in doorways here and there are a few of the Crimson Guard, and no students to be seen. He does notice that no two of the Crimson Guard are equipped identically.
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Rallyn pushes open the door to his father's stead. A warm roaring fire is going in the small iron stove near the main door. After living for so long among the taller folk, it's good to be in a proper-sized room. Ffleuder, the immense sheep dog that's been a mainstay of the farm for almost ten years ambles slowly to his arthritic feet and wags his tail excitedly but doesn't make any other noise.
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Charlotte and Keith find Dorac'z to be busy, but no one comes to get an order. There's a large mug containing money on the bar and all the patrons seem to be tossing money in and helping themselves.
When Kith enters - still in his clever disguise - he notices the same thing.
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Mortimer and Lyrique wait quietly while Carnan keeps an eye on them. At least it's becoming more and more suspiciously to appear as if he's watching them far more adeptly than a guardsman should. After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence the guard who'd entered the tent earlier leaves in a brisk walk, exchanging a nod with Carnan.
Holding the flap open, Carnan escorts the two into the tent. Inside Palasant can be seen covering a map laid out on the main wooden table, using a sheet as an impromptu drape.
"Yes, good. What have you discovered regarding the book?" Palasant asks.
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Travellios sits in the quiet library, reading occasionally, using one of the small candles provided for late-night reading. As he becomes engrossed in one of the tomes, the candle flickers briefly and gutters almost out as an icy cold wind blows through the main hall of the library. A small inky humanoid creature waddles up in complete silence to the edge of the candle light and stands as if awaiting instructions.
