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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Masleh" data-source="post: 2722557" data-attributes="member: 37009">OOC:Shaggy, your intro's 1st under this spoiler.  I should be able to get to everyone else before work tommorow morning.[sblock]The opulent Storms Eye chamber is every bit as over done as Gavin had heard.  Sweeping arches and lightning touched cloud mosaics covered the ceiling, while fluted columns supported the tower above it.  A rich blue carpet covered all eighty yards of the glorified office, while numerous divans and laquered tables sat across from each other.  The grandoise of the chamber only made its two occupants that much smaller in regard.  One, a slim short half-elf assistant, is dressed in courier outfit and possessing a rather large book in one hand, barely looks up as you approach the desk and seat next to the other figure, who is recognizable instantly.  Areutu D'Orien, little brother to Kwanti D'Orien the House Scion.  Areutu is an unhealthy 24 year old whips of a man, over-dressed to the point of foppery, and has the kind of paleness associated with a life that saw neither work nor sun in ages. Apparently the rumors of his eccentricy and idleness in handling Sharn house matters was far from over-rated."Well if it isn't Gavin, my my Beytons little runt certainly has grown into quite the character, hasn't he Hascale?" *The assistant, barely covering the pained expression not quite differint from a parent annoyed with an obnoxious childs behavior, merely nods.*  The Scion's voice is jovial with just a hint of authority, the kind of tone that masks a grating irritation and disdain for present company.  "Come come Gavin, we're all family here, take a seat; I've got a proposition you just might be intrested in.  No, I'm afraid you won't be spending much of it in field with only the comany of your bosom buddies and the red eyes of your enemey, but I can offer comforts that you're not likely to see given your ...egh, leanings."  *Areutu stretches abit in his chair and begins picking at imaginary splinters in his desk.*  "We've had ...hmm, how shall I put it? an object of rather tender value given this past weeks events, taken from out of our hands, our Deneith gaurds even murdered.  Thank the Soverign Host however, our inquisitor has managed to trace the origion of the theft back to one of the infamous Sixty families of Sharn.  Through methods I'm not going to bore you with, we learned that our wayward item is being housed in an abandoned portion of the Ice Grace tower, the same tower as anyone one in the know will tell you is the location for Gariana Orvien's infamous gala's.  Now as much as we'd like too, we can't simply barge in and ruin her shin-dig simply to procure our relic, but we can send in an agent to retrieve it, in-conspicuously.  We believe the exchange is going to take place during or right after the nights event, so you'll have to work quickly. Obviously, you'll be well compensated for putting your life, and more importantly house honor, on the line.  Simply name a reasonable price here and now, and I can garuntee it should you be successful.  The gala is this evening by the way, so do see you get yourself something decent to wear..not too decent of course *Areutu puts on a mock grin and winks at you, apparenlty fellow conspirator in a joke only the Scion knows* "this is one of Gariana's events.  So cousin, do we have a deal?"[/sblock]</blockquote>

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