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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Masleh" data-source="post: 2723524" data-attributes="member: 37009">*The gentle tinkle of a magical bell sounds throughout the Grace of Ice tower, awakening servants and one very unique guest alike.  Gariana, an attractive and aristocratic looking half-elf easing gracefully into her middle ages, sweeps bows and flourishes into your sleeping room and shuts the door behind her.  She is clothed in a slightyl more revealing then is socially acceptable, white glammerweave dress that complements her raven hair worn in curls to her shoulders.  Her grin, not completely like a hyena winking and plotting with a fellow pack-mate, is large and genuine as she claps; urging you into full wakefullness.*"Come come Caspar, we can't have you sleeping the entirety of the week now can we?  Now now, I know you're tired, but intra dimensional travel musn't be as taxing as you're making it out to be.  Besides's, you have things to do this morning, as my Gala in your honor, well yours and the Apocalypses of course, is going of tonight, you musn't be it the tangles of fatiuge whence we begin."*As she reaches the bed, Gariana carefully places a cup of steaming cofee on the nightstand next to the bed.  The rich aroma thick, maybe even some sort of tribal brew.  The smell is reminscent of thick snaking vines, a hot tropical sun, and perfume.*You've been poked, prodded, magicly tested for portal or breech residues, and been brought before dozens of gifted investigators trying extra hard to catch you in a lie, you've just been woken from the first real sleep you've had since landing in this burg, and now this crazy elf expects you to go up an at'em for her show-off her guest/prisoner party.  "Now I have clothes that could fit you, buuuut, given that this is going to be an actual party rather then a...well, rather then one of my usual events, the leathers lace and irons won't exactly fit fellow revelers. Thusly, Larynx here" *Gariana gestures at the well groomed shifter butler that appears from the dark halls outside your chamber.  The butler/enforcer/bodygaurd is well built and professional looking, you've seen him take down multiple opponets twice his size during an assassination attempt, you know the shifter is no-one to go messing around with. *  "will escort you to one of my favorite tailors to make sure you're properly attired for tonights events.  I trust all this is kosher?"*Gariana's crisp direct tone makes it perfectly clear that regardless of Caspar's thought on the matter, he would be attending the Gala, and first he would be going to the tailors.*  [sblock]OOC:how much would you like to play out Caspars initial entrance and grilling into Sharn?  I've skipped ahead a week past your appearence since it seems that's when the rest of the cast will be showing up, but we can work out what happened between your entrance and this morning in spoiler tags, or just assume all the neccessaries went on to bring us to this pint and get on with the game.  Your choice Jim[/sblock]</blockquote>

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