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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Guilt Puppy" data-source="post: 4546771" data-attributes="member: 6521">Following the crestman's directions, Oliver passes through the assortment of fine boutiques & restaurants that comprise the city's Northern district. It is a slight uphill climb the whole way; looking back much of Perlech is visible. The Farlund itself lies at the very edge of town, a grassy estate locked behind a tall iron gate. Presenting Arrich's writ is all it takes to be granted entrance by the two young men (boys, really) who watch the gate.What seems to be the main structure sits atop a tiered garden a short distance from the gate. It is tall and made of pale stone, looking more like a temple than an inn. The stables are off to the right from the entrance, near a path which leads to the Northbound road.From there it is a short climb up the steps to the main building. Coming through the gardens Oliver passes by two guests, easterners dressed in casual ornamentation, seated around a light meal. Their conversation stops suddenly as their attention is drawn to the visage of the well-travelled old lutist, their gaze carrying curiosity more than suspicion.Beyond the tall doors is a small receiving room, to the right of which is a long, wide lounge. There a row of massive windows let in light through the angled ceiling, giving the room even on this overcast day a sense of lightness. The sound of a string section somewhere around the corner only enhances the effect. The room is only lightly populated: Three older men in the now-familiar tunic of the Crown; a small contingent of elves garbed in the ostentatious thread of Sanadun; and a lone white-haired heavily-bejeweled dwarf near the entryway. All regard Oliver with a peculiar interest.A young woman meets Oliver - a girl, really. Looking into the lounge, the servers there are all also young; the oldest attendants here were the boys at the gate, and even they couldn't have been older than sixteen. Fifteen, more likely.Upon seeing Arrich's writ, the young hostess smiles amiably. "And where should you like to stay, sir? We have suites in the rise if you'll be in the city much, and cottages out in the wood if you'd like a bit more privacy."</blockquote>

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