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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Kobold Stew" data-source="post: 7851705" data-attributes="member: 23484">Miss Imogen is the last to leave the hospitality. Her companions have made clear their distrust of this woman, and she would be surprised if that were not also clear to her. As she departs, she thanks their host politely, complementing the wine, which had been kept ice cool. Miss Imogen pkcks up her bow, and stands, guarding the entrance to the place the woman occupies, while Quawasha continues to pray. Weed had positioned himself on an exposed root beside her, and watched the entranceway along with her.Of course, no conflict came. Quawasha returned from his prayers, and Miss Imogen received the scrolls, and the levitation did not falter partway through and soon their feet were back on the ground in the artificial clearing. Miss Imogen had no intention of discussing their proposed journey until they were well in the trees, and certainly she did not intend to serve as an agent for this woman she had just met (Uncle would never allow such quick passing of loyalties), but she set off to the east along a likely path, where she would continue for a mile before they turned to the Southeast. She is happy to pass the scrolls to anyone who wants them. When the marks are identified, she suggests burying them in the mud before they turn Southwest, or in whatever direction Quawasha suggests.</blockquote>