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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Myth and Legend" data-source="post: 5355483" data-attributes="member: 82679">The boy bows with a serious expression on his face and dashes off to a large purple tent that dwarfs the others around it. He dives inside and is gone for a few minutes, before coming back with an apahtetic look on his face. "The Queen will see you now. Be sure to keep a mild tone, if you value your skin. The Rage has been slowly creeping back, now that Mystra is dead." the boy speaks in a hushed tone as he leads the Warlock to the entrance.Molak enters a spacious tent, illuminated by scented oils burning in silver lamps with mirrors behind them to enhance the light. The inside of the pavilion is decorated with simple but well crafted tapestries depicting Aglarond and it's major cities.The furniture is sturdy and practical, made of oak and polished to a dim shine, but not lavish or extravagant. Behind a large desk sits a bronze skinned woman of great beauty, with a long silver mane that is a mess of tangled locks, and clad in naught but a ragged black robe that shows more skin than one would think appropriate for a queen.The Simbul raises her stare from a letter she is reading, locking eyes with Molak. "What!" she snaps, while still holding her paper.</blockquote>