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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Memnus" data-source="post: 2568379" data-attributes="member: 14001">(The next day, relative to the previous post)Fleck eventually finishes up in the lab, and dons his newly-enchanted cloak. It looks much as it did before, although there are some new patterns sewn in with thread that almost, but not quite, matches the color of the cloth. To Jaelyk, "See? By steeping the phosphor in the sealer before heating it, the luminescence is suppressed, and the binding is invisible to the unaided eye." Getting little enthusiasm fom the young apprentice, he shrugs. "If you wish to remember only one thing I say, remember this. Don't be afraid to follow your feelings. If you think something might work a way, try it." He hands the young man a handsome tip for his help, and walks out without a further word to Fuernan himself.He grabs a quick meal at a nearby cafe - having worked straight through lunchtime - then makes his way back to the camp.  As night begins to fall, he frowns. "No Valdir?" He shrugs, but doesn't worry for another while.  Eventually, though, (say if Elfenhaus returns without him) he snorts. "He'd have made his way back by now."He pulls the cloth off his mirror, and kneels in front of it, as is becoming his nightly habit.  This time, though, he focuses on Valdir's familiar sense, and some Forestal sneaks into his monotonous chant.  An hour later, the fog clears from the mirror, and he stares into it.His eyes open wider, and his jaw sets. "Oh."</blockquote>

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