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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ringmereth" data-source="post: 2441101" data-attributes="member: 33915">Agarndas looks up from his work, a sheet of parchment covered in tiny script, as well as a few sketches. Those of his companions (or at least those with sharp eyes) beside him see a record of the trinket-covered man's activities and some diagrams of his body and possessions crammed into every inch of space available, save a dozen empty lines' worth near the bottom. Capping a vial of black ink and stowing it and his pen away in Juarin's magical bag, the necromancer speaks. "We are travelling north into Thaliost," he tells the armorless Warforged in a neutral tone, deciding against telling them any more details for the time being. [sblock]Perhaps these could be the first new recruits for the village, but their human companion is worrysome. He may believe they are property, or otherwise bonded into his service, and it would be unwise to make more foes than followers, especially foes of potential wealth and power, Agarndas speculates.[/sblock]</blockquote>