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<blockquote data-quote="Dichotomy" data-source="post: 4092300" data-attributes="member: 12941">&quot;I know some people.&nbsp; Start heading that way,&quot; he gestures.&nbsp; &quot;I'll catch up!&quot;Soon enough, the lad returns to the group.&nbsp; &quot;This way.&nbsp; To the Garden District.&nbsp; Your friend must be... well... kind of rich.&quot;When you reach the gate to the Garden District, the guards look at you with suspicion, but make no move to halt you.&nbsp; It is readily apparent that this area of the Free City is opulent.&nbsp; You reach the address matching what Allustan told you, guided by the lad's direction.&nbsp; A white stone wall surrounds a manicured yard of trimmed hedges and exotic fauna.&nbsp; A cobbled path, flanked by a pair of pools and rearing dragon statues, leads to a white marble manor house with gilded double doors and flickering golden lanterns.&nbsp; &quot;I'll wait for you here,&quot; the lad says.As you approach, the door opens as if you are expected.&nbsp; An aged elven manservant politely nods.&nbsp; After briefly ascertaining your business, he invites you inside, making no comment about the relatively late hour.&nbsp; You are escorted through the grand foyer, dominated by a marble staircase lined with suits of ancient armor, and topped by an ancient battle banner used as a curtain.&nbsp; Off to one side, a short hallway leads you to a parlor to wait.&nbsp; After serving fine wine, water, and fresh fruit, the austere manservant leaves you to wait for the sage.&nbsp; The parlor itself is lined with packed bookcases, oil paintings, furniture gilt with fine gold.<a href="http://img86.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snapshot20080306172146km0.png" target="_blank"><img src="http://img86.imageshack.us/img86/7647/snapshot20080306172146km0.th.png" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /></a>A few minutes later, a middle-aged man wearing an open red robe with a silver breastplate underneath enters the room.&nbsp; His eyes are sharp wells of deep gray accented by specks of red.&nbsp; His hair, red like the setting sun, shows the first signs of receding.&nbsp; &quot;My manservant, Pollard, tells me that you wish to speak to me,&quot; he says in a calm, even voice.&nbsp; &quot;My name is Eligos.&nbsp; How can I be of assistance?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Dichotomy, post: 4092300, member: 12941"] [b]"I know some people. Start heading that way,"[/b] he gestures. [b]"I'll catch up!"[/b] Soon enough, the lad returns to the group. [b]"This way. To the Garden District. Your friend must be... well... kind of rich."[/b] When you reach the gate to the Garden District, the guards look at you with suspicion, but make no move to halt you. It is readily apparent that this area of the Free City is opulent. You reach the address matching what Allustan told you, guided by the lad's direction. A white stone wall surrounds a manicured yard of trimmed hedges and exotic fauna. A cobbled path, flanked by a pair of pools and rearing dragon statues, leads to a white marble manor house with gilded double doors and flickering golden lanterns. [b]"I'll wait for you here,"[/b] the lad says. As you approach, the door opens as if you are expected. An aged elven manservant politely nods. After briefly ascertaining your business, he invites you inside, making no comment about the relatively late hour. You are escorted through the grand foyer, dominated by a marble staircase lined with suits of ancient armor, and topped by an ancient battle banner used as a curtain. Off to one side, a short hallway leads you to a parlor to wait. After serving fine wine, water, and fresh fruit, the austere manservant leaves you to wait for the sage. The parlor itself is lined with packed bookcases, oil paintings, furniture gilt with fine gold. [URL=http://img86.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snapshot20080306172146km0.png][IMG]http://img86.imageshack.us/img86/7647/snapshot20080306172146km0.th.png[/IMG][/URL] A few minutes later, a middle-aged man wearing an open red robe with a silver breastplate underneath enters the room. His eyes are sharp wells of deep gray accented by specks of red. His hair, red like the setting sun, shows the first signs of receding. [color=blue]"My manservant, Pollard, tells me that you wish to speak to me,"[/color] he says in a calm, even voice. [color=blue]"My name is Eligos. How can I be of assistance?"[/color] [/QUOTE]

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