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<blockquote data-quote="loxmyth" data-source="post: 1379033" data-attributes="member: 1255">~ForgeProfessor Midwinter was pensive a moment, and Forge had the feeling that she was looking past him, seeming to stare through the young dwarf.&nbsp; &quot;It seems that something makes your conscience uneasy.&nbsp; Perhaps you need to confront your feelings on the matter?&nbsp; I understand that you need time to consider your experiences, but time is a resource you are running out of.&nbsp; I would think your dwarven friends will be leaving the city soon, if they haven't already, and the suspected murderer is set to be tried and executed by the end of the week.&nbsp; Unfortunately, there's not much I can do to help you, but maybe this much will help.&quot;&nbsp; From a pocket in her robes she fished out a folded piece of paper.&nbsp; &quot;Bring this to Professor Delmara, I hope it will help.&quot;~MiriahAin let out a &quot;Huzzah!&quot; at correctly identifying the spell.&nbsp; To Miriah's suggestion that he study more, he made a face; to her questions of horses, his expression warmed again.&nbsp; &quot;I'm a member of the school's racing team, but we don't have a race for weeks yet.&nbsp; This is just a professional race, in fact.&nbsp; The winner will walk away with the Tin Goblet and quite a bit of gold crowns besides.&quot;&nbsp; He gathered up the books that had been splayed about, pushed them into his pack and then stood, holding out his hand to help his companion to her feet.&quot;I'm sure you'll love it, the Royal Hippodome is a beautiful venue.&quot;~Froud&quot;Not in a talkative mood, I gatha,&quot; Poe observed as he took the spanner with a nod of thanks.&nbsp; The halfling returned to his contraption, twisting a few bolts on his machine before looking back at the gnome.&nbsp; He let the silence build for a while, as if reluctant to break it.&nbsp; Then he asked, &quot;Aw you alwight, Fwoud?&nbsp; Is somefing bothewing you?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="loxmyth, post: 1379033, member: 1255"] [b]~Forge[/b] Professor Midwinter was pensive a moment, and Forge had the feeling that she was looking past him, seeming to stare [i]through[/i] the young dwarf. "It seems that something makes your conscience uneasy. Perhaps you need to confront your feelings on the matter? I understand that you need time to consider your experiences, but time is a resource you are running out of. I would think your dwarven friends will be leaving the city soon, if they haven't already, and the suspected murderer is set to be tried and executed by the end of the week. Unfortunately, there's not much I can do to help you, but maybe this much will help." From a pocket in her robes she fished out a folded piece of paper. "Bring this to Professor Delmara, I hope it will help." [b]~Miriah[/b] Ain let out a "Huzzah!" at correctly identifying the spell. To Miriah's suggestion that he study more, he made a face; to her questions of horses, his expression warmed again. "I'm a member of the school's racing team, but we don't have a race for weeks yet. This is just a professional race, in fact. The winner will walk away with the Tin Goblet and quite a bit of gold crowns besides." He gathered up the books that had been splayed about, pushed them into his pack and then stood, holding out his hand to help his companion to her feet. "I'm sure you'll love it, the Royal Hippodome is a beautiful venue." [b]~Froud[/b] "Not in a talkative mood, I gatha," Poe observed as he took the spanner with a nod of thanks. The halfling returned to his contraption, twisting a few bolts on his machine before looking back at the gnome. He let the silence build for a while, as if reluctant to break it. Then he asked, "Aw you alwight, Fwoud? Is somefing bothewing you?" [/QUOTE]

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