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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dr Simon" data-source="post: 4943071" data-attributes="member: 21938">"This is Vencarlo's glove..." says Trinia in uncertain tones. "And you don't look like Hellknights, or Sable Marines..." Almost as she says this, the shadow of a hippogriff-mounted marine sweeps overhead, and she flinches. "I didn't do it," she says.By now, Edmond has arrived in the area. The last remaining imp, struggling in the swirl of icy air, now thoroughly rimed in frost, at last breaks free. With a rude gesture, it too vanishes from sight.On the ground, Brindom spots Manachan on guard outside a nearby building. The Hellknight squadron seem to be occupied with stone-throwing citizens at the moment and don't seem to have time to pay attention to anything else. The street is becoming quite busy with Korvosans either hurrying away from the fracas, or hurrying to join in.OOC: Some Diplomacy and Perception checks rolled. Below is a piccy of Trinia running away.</blockquote>