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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Matthan" data-source="post: 6794547" data-attributes="member: 20005">[SBLOCK=OOC]You guys are amazing.  This is going to be hilarious and a train wreck at the same time.[/SBLOCK]Daedarai looked up from picking up some strewn about cutlery.  “My apologies, friends, an associate had an incident during breakfast that resulted in a slight scuffle to ensure he receives the help he needs.”  His speech slowed, “The help that is free and widely available in our city.”  He began to look off to the side as his mind raced ahead of his words and a frightening realization dawned on him, “Help for an ailment that is both very noticeable and very dangerous for a person who is very lucid and logical while taking his medication.”  His voice dropped to a whisper, “Olidamarra’s luck find us.  He doesn’t go the clerics for a reason.”Springing to his feet, he crosses to the guards and implores them, “Send word through the city as quickly as you can.  There is an elf, gnome, and halfling carrying a man in a stretcher to the temple of Pelor.  Get them a message that they must not show the man in the stretcher to the clerics.  Hurry!  Lives are in danger and my cell desperately needs silver!”Turning to Mina with panic in his eyes, he implored her, “Get to his room and find more medicine.  Get it to them at the temple before it’s too late.  I’ll be right behind you.  I’ve got to get the weapons!”Hurtling past the guards, the next ten minutes were a blur as he ran to the ship fence and through the market grabbing and purchasing items as quickly as possible.  Weapons and items in hand, he rushed towards the temple calling out with mind to Sullo’rhea and knowing in the pit of his stomach that he would arrive too late.</blockquote>

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