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Message: <blockquote data-quote="GPEKO" data-source="post: 1896687" data-attributes="member: 14060">A large man enters the Pineapple. His name is Magnus Walberg and he looks far more haggard that he did when he first entered Sharn. His beard, normaly kept short and well trimmed, is now somewhat long and wild. He's returning from house Sivis' message station. In fact, he has been going there every day in hope Lady Elaydren would send them a message. There hasn't been such a thing, not yesterday, not today and probably not tommorow.While Magnus is an optimist and he isn't depressed, he's getting rather restless, like Hobbes. "By the holy light of Dol Arrah, I can hardly see the tip of my nose down here. Argghh, barkeep! I need a drink!" He sits down close to his companions. "No message again today, friends. I tell you, a true servant of Dol Dorn isn't supposed to stay in inns all day, drinking to past the time. I need to prove myself with feats of arms! Never mind this Lady Elaydren! I say we leave this accursed place. I know! We could head for New Cyre. I'm sure the Prince is in dire need of experienced men like us. We could help the restoration of Cyre!" Magnus looks to the others for approbation.</blockquote>