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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DralonXitz" data-source="post: 3532243" data-attributes="member: 20083">With the assistant guiding the killers out of the Pugio's office, the door shuts and he stretches back, taking a much needed moment of relaxation.  Finding himself in a personal situation never before experienced, he calmly reflects inward, "These men are by far, the most disrespectful, crude, and vile abominations to plague our fair House.".  A slight grin becomes his scarred face as he concludes verbally, "I love it."Finding themselves being led through the black halls of the mansion, Melchior utilizes his refined senses accurately, to detect any hidden sentries within the black void of this citadel.  During their five minute trek to the entrance, he senses at least 6 men, and two creatures of some unknown characteristic, whose pungent odor suggests something not native to Breland, or Khorvaire itself for that matter.  Indeed, something to be investigated at a later time.Upon reaching the entrance, the beautiful assistant turns around, but before closing the door behind them, looks at Melchior and silently mouthes to him, "Be careful...".  The massive gates closing with a resounding thud of metal and rich wood, the outside noises of Middle Central have died down somewhat, leaving the men in an awkward stillness of the bleak Sharnian night.  Before their eyes, the ebony carraige pulls up a few more feet, and a Gnomish driver lets them in, securing the gates and harnesses, before shutting the small side door and remounting his post at the helm.  Turning his body round, the curiously peaceful Gnome shouts, "To Upper Central we go!"  Kicking off the horses with a ferocious strike, the carriage heaves forward violently, as the gnome charges the coach through the streets of Middle Central with breakneck speed.Burning through alleyways and turns, every few moments the coach shaking widely from left to right, the wooden chamber suddenly comes to a violent stop, smacking the passengers heads against the walls of the coach.  The gnome pulls up to a magic lift, and the arcane pad floats the men upward, a few hundred feat, to the much swankier streets of Upper Central.  Stopping at the pad station, the driver adjusts his reins a bit, and kicks off again, nearly running over three pedestrians trying to make their way downward.  Twenty violent minutes pass by, with the horses struggling to even stay alive as the whims of their psychopathic master, before he finally finishes the journey in front of a small wooden home, marked empty by the blackened windows and the empty porch in front.  Hopping downward to the street, the Gnome walks to the coach and hoists it open, throwing a key at Avram and joyfully remarking, "Fizzy Whinklesteimer, finest driver in Sharn.  Welcome to your new home!"</blockquote>

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