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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dragonwriter" data-source="post: 5172916" data-attributes="member: 54988">[sblock=HM]Jareth nods and bows. “As you wish, Lord Valorn.”The young man slides past the bodyguard and starts walking to the wayhouse. He sighs as he goes… Now there was absolutely no chance of getting any kind of nap. Dealing with the others… They tended to be long on talking and short on action. The old paladin was a preachy blowhard, the young girl had an acidic tongue, and the sorcerer and farm boy just tended to go around with dumb, placid looks on their faces. They tried what little patience he had…As he walks, his mind drifts back to his days as a student of Tharivol, watching the half-elf demonstrate the skills of a duskblade, skills Jareth would one day possess. A few sparks dance between his fingers and jump to his chain, coming unbidden to him. He shakes his hand and his head. Soon I will bring them together. Yes, soon, goes through his head. Even now, he is focusing his attention on how one could perform the gestures of spellcasting with a weapon in-hand. How a dusk blade channels…[/sblock]</blockquote>