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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shadowfane" data-source="post: 1243751" data-attributes="member: 13330">*Eyvind looks at Dark with an expression of confusion tinged with disgust.*Dark flinched at Eyvind’s look, he was used to such stares, but they still made him hurt, hurt in his chest. Ah, but the pretty lady made it all better, she with her deep shadows and bright flames, oh yes, bright flames! A flicker of madness creeps back into Dark’s eyes, threatening to engulf him in a conflagration of lunacy, but, poised for a figurative swan-dive into the abyss of his mind, the Rynnish sorcerer is startled back from the edge by the arrival of the foppish dandy."good afternoon, gentlemen,"….Dark listens in fascination to the honeyed tones of the Caspian and follows after the two men as they make their way towards Tyra. Dark could see, by dint of ‘his’ height that the red-head was currently in a heated exchange with a gobber merchant. Eyeing a tall stack of rugs next to a stall of books and scrolls in a, currently, unpopulated area of the bazaar, Dark felt an old, familiar urge and wondered if Tyra would appreciate a distraction….</blockquote>