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Message: <blockquote data-quote="drnuncheon" data-source="post: 830004" data-attributes="member: 96">Session Twenty-Five, Part Three: Sailing to HighgateThe bow of the ship slapped against the water, and Di'Fier stood, his eyes searching for the cliffs that were far beyond the horizon. The message had come in while he was away, buried in the stacks of mail...To Di’Fier, Magus of the 4th Circle, greetings.Your uncle, Jardek Anton, Baron Threehills, Magus of the 6th Circle, is greatly desirous of seeing you at once.  It is my sad duty to inform you that your uncle’s health is failing swiftly, and he has expressed his wish to meet you at least once before he passes away.  I hope that this message finds you before such travel becomes impossible.The baron has enclosed a draft upon his funds that should be sufficient to pay for your travel from Freeport to his manor.  I urge you to find the fleetest ship possible and take passage for Highgate posthaste.  The regular carriage route that passes through Threehills leaves but once a fortnight, so I ask that you rent a private coach to convey you here with all possible speed.  If the funds are insufficient please know that you will be more than recompensed upon your arrival.Your uncle has instructed me to beg of you that you again not speak to the rest of your family of this matter—he fears that they would only prevent you from making this journey.As one who is not only a servant of the Baron, but also counts himself a friend, I beg of you to come for your Uncle’s sake.  Ivanior Liadon,   scribe & lindëvéra  on behalf of Jardek Anton,    Baron Threehills       Beside him, Dru stood, gazing out at the same water.  Far above her, the sails flapped inthe wind as the ship began to tack."Gods damn you, Mister Frithoff!  If we miss stays I'll have your hide!"The captain had been in a foul mood ever since they had set out - but the smuggler was the only one crazy enough to set sail for Highgate with the rainy season coming on.  It's probably a good thing he's got a whole new crew, Dru reflected.  The old ones might have been a bit resentful, seeing how many of them we had to kill.  Her eye traced the faint scars still on the deck from Di'Fier's ice burst.We were barely in Freeport a week, she thought to herself.  And here we are off again. She was abruptly conscious of the fact that once again, she hadn't been blinking, and she forced her eyes to close and open again.  Maybe we'll find Garto in Highgate.  Even if he doesn't know what to do about the statue, maybe he can find someone who does. She forced her thoughts away from the disturbing change, and thought instead of the organization...<img src="http://www.io.com/~jeffj/b2sep.gif" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />Sehanoarun's was quiet, empty but for the two people in the back: the burly elf known as Jalin, sitting across from the new de facto leader of the Naïlos."I'm going to Highgate," Dru told him."I expected you to go after him."  Jalin uncrossed his arms and leaned forward, resting his scarred fists on the table.  Looking into her unblinking eyes, he said, "Don't go. You're a good fighter, but...if he hasn't returned, you're not going to stand a chance."Dru looked away, studying the intricate carvings on the bar.  "He may be determined not to leave until he can find me," she replied.  "I can't just leave him.""What about the people here? They need someone, after what Amalyth did.  Kennic - he's too soft." He trailed off as Dru turned her unblinking gaze on him.  His lips pursed, and he admitted, "And I'm too rough.""I know," she said quietly.  "That's why I'm leaving both of you in charge."<img src="http://www.io.com/~jeffj/b2sep.gif" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />Deep below, in the hold of the ship, scales rubbed against scales.  S'karat surveyed his people.  None of them liked this strange box that jumped and swayed - even though the food was plentiful and easy to catch. They coiled and writhed in an enormous tangled ball for comfort, their cloaks discarded.It is the will of Yig, he reminded himself.  The will of Yig, and Dru.</blockquote>

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