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<blockquote data-quote="Zamkaizer" data-source="post: 4061230" data-attributes="member: 55476">&quot;These decanters certainly are exquisite,&quot; observes the cabal official to the wizard, letting the water pool in his hand before overflowing into the basin, &quot;obviously the work of one who is as fine of a magician as they are a sculptor.&quot; &quot;I must warn you, though, that this town can be quite dangerous - one must always be wary of thieves.&quot; A thoughtful expression crosses his face. &quot;Perhaps my organization would be willing to purchase these wonderful fruits of your labor - our guildhall is rather well guarded, and these would make magnificent decorations.&quot;His eyes meet the warlord's. &quot;After all, we wouldn't want any harm to befall you or your property...&quot;&quot;I'm sure you will think over it.&quot; With that, he turns toward the door, gesturing to the companion he entered with. The companion, standing in the corner till now, steps beside the official, the heavy robes he wears despite the searing heat concealing all aspects of his person, save for a golden falchion resting at his hip. It is not until they've crossed the portal and into the bustling streets that you notice the damp trail left behind by the the robed one.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Zamkaizer, post: 4061230, member: 55476"] "These decanters certainly are exquisite," observes the cabal official to the wizard, letting the water pool in his hand before overflowing into the basin, "obviously the work of one who is as fine of a magician as they are a sculptor." "I must warn you, though, that this town can be quite dangerous - one must always be wary of thieves." A thoughtful expression crosses his face. "Perhaps my organization would be willing to purchase these wonderful fruits of your labor - our guildhall is rather well guarded, and these would make magnificent decorations." His eyes meet the warlord's. "After all, we wouldn't want any harm to befall you or your property..." "I'm sure you will think over it." With that, he turns toward the door, gesturing to the companion he entered with. The companion, standing in the corner till now, steps beside the official, the heavy robes he wears despite the searing heat concealing all aspects of his person, save for a golden falchion resting at his hip. It is not until they've crossed the portal and into the bustling streets that you notice the damp trail left behind by the the robed one. [/QUOTE]

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