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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Nephis" data-source="post: 2027432" data-attributes="member: 20459">While listening to Tym as he plucks at his mandolin, Jem sits at her corner table and quietly sips her wine.  As she surveys the room, she senses something in the air.  Something's different tonight...  but what... Trying to pinpoint her feeling of ... what exactly ... unease? ... excitement? ... anticipation? ..., she almost doesn't notice that Tym finished playing moments ago and has stopped to read a notice.  Hmmm... something has come between Tym and his ale?  Intriguing... she wonders wryly.  After watching him then drink his ale in a distracted manner, her eyes narrow, observing him then head across the room to speak to a ... gnome?  Definitely intriguing ... looks a bit like ... intrigue even! Eyes glowing, she jumps up from her chair and deftly makes her way over to the gnome's table, in time to hear the last part of Tym's sentence.  With her friendliest smile, she quips, "and his faithful sidekick, Jem."</blockquote>