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<blockquote data-quote="loxmyth" data-source="post: 1083842" data-attributes="member: 1255">As Forge walks off muttering, the young man in the robes blinks in astonishment as if baffled by the dwarf's actions, and then turns to Froud and tries his line of inquiry once more.&nbsp; &quot;Pardon me, Master gnome, but you were there when Longstock caught the alleged murderer, weren't you?&quot;&nbsp; As far as Froud can tell, he seems earnest enough.&nbsp; Behind him, his noble friends stare at the gnome with undisguised curiosity.The young man before Miriah grins again in what seems like genuine cheeriness to the young woman, standing and offering her a hand.&nbsp; &quot;I am Ain.&nbsp; Ain Weatherhawk.&quot;&nbsp; When he says the name, Miriah can now recognize the distinctive grey eyes, the square jaw and clefted chin that marks members of the Weatherhawk noble house.&nbsp; In fact, between the many parties young nobles were expected to attend, Miriah had met Ain and most of his immediate kin several times.&nbsp; Also it was clear at once why she didn't recognize him.&nbsp; Every member of the Weatherhawks she had met had ebony black hair - and Ain was no exception.&nbsp; Or more correctly, hadn't been.He gestured at his blonde locks and grinned sheepishly.&nbsp; &quot;A magical mishap.&nbsp; The family sage assures me that the effect will pass in a month or two.&nbsp; But I have to admit I am growing fond of it.&quot;&nbsp; He paused.&nbsp; &quot;But you should not trouble yourself with it, it is a trifling thing of little consequence.&nbsp; More wine?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="loxmyth, post: 1083842, member: 1255"] As Forge walks off muttering, the young man in the robes blinks in astonishment as if baffled by the dwarf's actions, and then turns to Froud and tries his line of inquiry once more. "Pardon me, Master gnome, but you were there when Longstock caught the alleged murderer, weren't you?" As far as Froud can tell, he seems earnest enough. Behind him, his noble friends stare at the gnome with undisguised curiosity. The young man before Miriah grins again in what seems like genuine cheeriness to the young woman, standing and offering her a hand. "I am Ain. Ain Weatherhawk." When he says the name, Miriah can now recognize the distinctive grey eyes, the square jaw and clefted chin that marks members of the Weatherhawk noble house. In fact, between the many parties young nobles were expected to attend, Miriah had met Ain and most of his immediate kin several times. Also it was clear at once why she didn't recognize him. Every member of the Weatherhawks she had met had ebony black hair - and Ain was no exception. Or more correctly, hadn't been. He gestured at his blonde locks and grinned sheepishly. "A magical mishap. The family sage assures me that the effect will pass in a month or two. But I have to admit I am growing fond of it." He paused. "But you should not trouble yourself with it, it is a trifling thing of little consequence. More wine?" [/QUOTE]

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