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Message: <blockquote data-quote="diaglo" data-source="post: 693097" data-attributes="member: 2885">The rogue done good...After the 3 days were up, Bernedette came into the common room of the inn. She was giddy. She had a full head of red hair. She mumbled some words and touched Timmay’s head. His blond mane returned. Next she approached Erik. Erik waved her off. He had gone for the bald look. Over the last few days he had shaven his head again.“Bartol, Dear,” she cooed. “I’m sorry I haven’t paid more attention to you.” She rubbed her hands over his crown. Bartol’s thick brown coif grew. She added red highlights.“Enough,” Veridian interrupted. “There is much you should know.”Veridian told everyone of his last 3 days adventures. Tonight Bernedette was to meet alone with an agent interested in the magical Moandite ring. Bartol offered to go with her. So did the others. Veridian begged off. He had other things to see to. After the recap Veridian left.“I don’t like this,” Thane blurted. “How well do we know this Veridian?”“He’s alright,” Erik spoke up. “His heart’s in the right place. And he has helped us. None of us would’ve gotten the information he just provided.”“That’s what I mean,” Thane continued. “Nevermind. We will know more tonight.”Bernedette had also been busy identifying some of the party’s goods. They had a potion of Bull strength, a potion of inflict wounds, a potion of cure moderate wounds, and a wand of protection from good with a few charges. They still had a potion of transmutation, 3 potions of illusion, a potion of conjuration, and Hoardmaster to identify. Though, Bernedette didn’t have the time or the components. Timmay had a new friend. “Say hello to my little friend,” Timmay said as he reached into his pocket. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink    ;)"  data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" /> “This is Smacks.”The party prepared for the evening. Bernedette stood in the detailed alleyway. Bartol hung in the shadows nearby with Erik. A man sized figure approached.Everyone tensed. A bowstring plucked and a whistle was heard.</blockquote>

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