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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dragonwriter" data-source="post: 5192470" data-attributes="member: 54988">Jareth leaves the library of the old doddering wizard and goes back to his own quarters. He splashes some water on his face, partly for the cleaning, partly to help him stay awake. After the meeting with Skazul and how it shortened his already-strained patience, Jareth isn’t sure he can take a full dinner with these people…He realizes he is still holding the cloak of Tharivol’s father. The young man looks down at the heirloom in his hands, memories running through his head of time spent training. Time when he was happy. Though he wouldn’t have said it back then, he did enjoy the long days of weapon drills, spell practice and memorization of formulae. He squeezes his eyes shut and banishes the memories, wiping at his eyes.He bends down and splashes some more water on his face before going to the wardrobe in his room. He picks out some nicer clothes and changes into them before the dinner. He had never been comfortable in these “noble” clothes, but he was in such company again, at least for the moment, so he should endeavor to look the part of his family history. He wears no gloves, instead openly wearing the signet ring of Kyras.</blockquote>