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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sparky" data-source="post: 4451124" data-attributes="member: 13681">Ranver puffs along behind his companions and the little candlekeep. His armor and robes are heavy and made heavier by the soaking earlier. He's rather unaccustomed to the added weight and... binding. He uses his hands to shift some straps, hoping the robes hide his unseemly fidgeting. He sternly tells himself to ignore the chafing. Which makes him think about it.Mercy of the Goddess! Ranver! This is important! Body and mind together! Focused!He shifts one last time and schools his face to a stillness befitting an initiate of Ioun's faithful. He focuses his mind and attention on the building ahead. His sharp eyes dart over the facade and the surroundings.The men beyond seem common thugs. Hirelings. Not anyone who would know the Feather's significance. Ranver himself hadn't. An ordained priest. A shiver runs down the young man's back, a ripple in the pall of foreboding that had settled over him since seeing the blasphemous wreckage at Sailor's Hope.Because the others are doing so, Ranver readies a weapon, his weapon of choice, a spear. He rather hoped he could get through whatever happened next on the right end of it.The young cleric keeps his eyes and ears sharp for anything that would give him a clue to the greater mystery - Who had called for this? Varilar and Charlotte move out quietly. He follows them for a while and then looses them in the dark and the shadows. He closes his eyes and whispers a fervent prayer for their safe and swift return.[sblock=OOC]E30, until Varilar leaves. F30 after.Initiative: <a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1717731/" target="_blank">13</a>[/sblock]</blockquote>

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