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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Aust Thale" data-source="post: 8996126" data-attributes="member: 6804768">Falen (threadfiller background post):Falen locked his door when he went to bed at Aceron manor.  His accommodations were quite satisfactory.  Who was he kidding; they were luxurious.  Uncomfortably so.  However, he took advantage of the clean sheets and not having to hide in an extra-dimensional space.  He loathed dinner with the turdnugget, but he gleaned much from visiting with the other nobles.  Still, retired earlier than everyone else.  He didn’t care for them.  Not because they wielded wealth and privilege like a cudgel.  But because they appeared to be so damn ham-handed wielding it.  And if the turdnugget was their future, their kin would end.  Unceremoniously.  He would continue to watch.  Perhaps the boy could be wizened.  But Falen doubted it.  He used his magical hat to mimic the different Aceron faces.  He could approximate several words in close to the turdnugget’s voice.  “Wait! Listen! Help!”  It would do. Nothing about it was magical.  If anyone was paying attention, the ruse would be forfeit.  Satisfied that he could cause the Aceron’s the least bit of mischief, he slept hard, and awoke very early.  He studied his spellbook; he was getting better at his spells. He had been working feverishly prior to his water voyage on a spell he’d learned from the other “Unseen” working for Max, and they, in turn, had learned it from the Ticinum Rangers.  Their spells were nearly all combat-driven.  Nobody had ever accused them of being diplomats.  Keen edged blunt instruments perhaps.  But wholly unpersuasive in the field with words or kindness.  Being away from his study in favor of daily spell memorizing had been the breakthrough.  He could cast it now. He prepared the two belts he acquired from the loot to hold the magical daggers.  He rolled and put away the magical cloak into his haversack along with the disguise kit.  It would not have fit into a regular backpack.  He put the keys in a pouch and into a side pocket.  And the healing potion in a pouch clipped to his regular belt.He then helps himself to a light breakfast in the kitchen disguised as Evered Cobbe, the head butler, a regal taste tester of noble cuisine who clearly is interested more in food  than talking to anybody.  Falen couldn’t help himself.  He just had to stir the pot a little.Switching back to his faux-Falen visage out of sight of any audience, he meets with everyone prior to their leaving Aceron manor.</blockquote>

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