Binder Fred
3 rings to bind them all!
He's refering to the goblin that escaped back into the bush during their first battle on the hill. (At this point he believes Beatrix smooshed her own goblin to death.)Which running messenger is Antares referring to?
[Barracks]
Firstly he tries to get a sample of the poison the goblin used on their arrows from the militia, "That it may be analyzed and perhaps its origins divined?"
And, down to a discrete whisper: "Ah... What, in truth, happened to the third sleeping goblin, if I may?"
[Dysare's abode]
"Of a certainty," automatically answers the young elf. "Anything you might do will be deeply appreciated, Teacher -- certainly by my own self, and others as well in the shortest of order, I would wager." As to the poison though... "As to this hermit, I do not know if my companions, and the urgency of other matters..." He suddenly frowns though, as a memory manifests itself: "This Sal, was he not the one I heard of but recently? He who holds maps of the mountain in exchange for certain herbs in trade?""It's just a suggestion, but if you really want a quick turn around on the question of where the poison is from, I can't promise to be as quick as you may want."
OOC: Rumour #6 in our very first thread!

Although, being as she returned so recently to town, perhaps Teacher Dysare has not had time to hear of such? And, certainly, poison notwithstanding, a detailed map of the region near Eliasel's mountain, where rests the goblin village, might be of almost immediate use to them on this very trip they now attempt...
"I will propose it to my companions," he assures her with a nod.
On his way out though, he notices lavender leaves a drying and Lord Mikon's mention of beasts and their hunger comes back to haunt him... "Ah... Would you perhaps be willing to part with some of this dried wolfsbane, Teacher? I would be most grateful, considering whence we venture?"
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[The Bracegirdle residence]
"My thank yous," bows Antares.The smile she gives as he mentions alternate lodgings is extremely genuine however, and then says, "Of course. You may leave whatever you like."
"Yes. He did send you a note. Umm.. Here." She finds a table where the note has been placed, though apparently it found its way to the floor once or twice by some smudging of dirt, and... food? She hands it to Antares,
who opens it with some trepidation, nerves suddenly strumming through his narrow chest.
To my son,
It would be my pleasure to have you receive more of my wisdom than you have previously done. My door will always be open for you to discuss such matters. Simply let me know the day before you wish to come, and I will make sure my time is freed.
Your father.
Antares breathes out, some of the tension releasing into the air: he had feared... But that can probably wait.
"Ah..." He flips the missive over and, extracting writing supplies back out from his things, quickly writes:
To my Sire,
My heart rejoices at this welcome news.
At the behest of council-lady Glasia I and our adventuring company now venture forth away from our ancestral tower for a journey of some few days, perhaps a full week, but I will in deed send such words as are required upon my earliest return.
Signed in wisdom on this 138th day of the Dawning Year:
Your growing son,
Mialucee.
"Might I trouble one of your offsprings for a return journey, Goodwife of wisdom and infinite patience?" he asks after finishing the last decorative sweep of his high elven signature with a flourish.
OOC: For the usual 1 sp donation, of course.

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