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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Binder Fred" data-source="post: 5862700" data-attributes="member: 63746">Odd indeed. LM... Lady Mirelle? That would be quite the coincidence, and yet... Antares distractedly whispers blowing, airy words as he considers this, his right hand gesturing up, and up. The ugly green rug by the bed starts glowing in faint gold, rising and rising with each motion of his hand. The young man shakes those thoughts away for now, closes the book with a snap and pears at the cleaner section of floor thus uncovered...[OOC]Antares look under the rug and the nearest section of the bed.[/OOC]<Assuming nothing of interest:With a shrug, Antares grabs the desk lamp and clambers downstairs to meet with the rest of the company. He announces, rather proudly: "I found a diary, and a lamp... And I'm assuming the missing girl is to be found at the bottom of this well?" he adds after a few seconds of observation.After his companions fill him in: "So creatures unknown either caused her fall or found her swooning and, far from chivalrous rescue, dragged her into its dank subterranean lair, all unwilling...?" A pause as the rope sways and jerks with Muzdin's descent. "I hesitate to say, dear friends, but should we not -ah- warn the town constabulary before venturing forth? No one knows of our quest or location save fair Erenie." And she has shown.... little inclination for gossip.<Response Bosco. Mysthyr, Stellan, (Muzdin)?></blockquote>