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Message: <blockquote data-quote="CanadienneBacon" data-source="post: 3355702" data-attributes="member: 11146">Replying to Brakkus, Arquesta says, "I should think knowledge of the Rod is uncommon.  Anyone interested is likely either an agent of the Wind Dukes, or working in some way for the Queen.  The folk of the city know nothing, as best I can tell, of these more worldly matters."  Arquesta replies to Voadam.  "The Council of Nine will have to wait for another time.  We've lingered long enough over bread, and I expect you'll be wanting to check on a friend, and soon."  The raven-haired woman winks at Pilgrim.  "Suffice to say that while some of my brethren are winged, the vaati race as a whole is not winged.  While we once ruled as lords of this world, after the war between Chaos and Law an aeon ago and the shattering of the Rod, the Council determined that the Vale of Aaqa should be relocated to its present location in the planar realms.  And again I say unto thee, ware the Queen and ware Qadeej; while it is unlikely you will ever see the Queen, you will know Qadeej by his smooth black skin and haughty, cool demeanor.  A gold ring, too, he sports, of a compass rose.  Though whether he wears it still, I do not know; it has been many long years since last I saw him."  Arquesta rises from the table.  Collecting her brass cage, the woman smiles kindly 'round the table.  "You have but to hold the segment and think of the Rod as whole, and it will speak to you of where you may find the next piece.  Keep yourselves safe, and whole, so that you will live again to treat with me when next we meet.  May you find friends upon your path, and may your enemies be cursed with forgetfulness."   Arquesta lays a hand in farewell on the shoulder of each person seated around (and under) the table.  The woman's touch is firm and warm, and sends a ray of fire and hope spiraling up each individual's arm.</blockquote>

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