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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Binder Fred" data-source="post: 6158205" data-attributes="member: 63746">Antares, Muzdin, Stellan"Oh, the garden," repeats the young elf, somewhat deflated by that decision. "Are - um- Are you sure?" Though of course the implied future revelations about her trip - and the mysterious reasons behind it - are somewhat of a salve on that wound... (Even though it is a bit troubling to think that whatever it is cannot be discussed in front of others... Yet perhaps that is a good sign instead? The matter could probably/possibly be of an arcane nature, of interest only to those with the proper leanings and memberships? Or be simple matter of being a sounding board for things that are perhaps troubling, but still somewhat far in their-)Antares blinks: "How- How did you know about the officer?!" Another couple of blinks: "Are rumors already this rife about town?" <Response Dysare?>Antares of course straightens the logical paths, considers, and concludes: "So we will endeavor to save anybody I first name 'Anna'?" He nods heartfelt satisfaction with that concept. And- And it is like the unbending of a painful knot within him, this agreement between them: this resolution that the future will not, at the very least, be quite like the past. (One less worry, and not the smallest by far.) He nods deep to each of them, smiling tentatively with the added peace of it. It is a small thing, that smile, and yet... "My thank yous, the both of you." His eyes are very green...<Response/reaction any?>After Muzdin finishes his interrupted tale of yerterday's heroics <right?>, Antares inquires: "Did you ever get the full story from Anna, master Stonehand? On how she was taken, how she spent her days in watery captivity?" He did not even think to ask yesterday!<Response Muzdin>When the topic (eventually) returns to the silvery water: "As to infections and causes natural I do not know. Which is why we took care to collect at least small sample for wiser hearts to consider?" He extracts the (former) inkwell from his belted scrollcase, placing it before the older woman while at the same time carefully avoiding hitting the still laid-out bell (perhaps he should repack it, lest somebody inadvertently...? But for now: ). "Silvery water, Teacher, that bleaches the skin with but a touch yet disappear with sunlight -- I experienced that effect myself." With a (perhaps unconvincing) show of his now perfectly normal hand? "Larger quantities seem to destroy hair, and then eyes and ability for speech; Oh, and grow nails and sharpen teeth as well -- the small ones, no bigger than children, they could cling to walls with their claws, and even without eyes, all of them saw all too well! It dripped into a bowl set in a stone altar we found down there, below fell rune in constellations! And we had previously found a small pool of it in a cavern some distance away, granted, so there is some quantity of it accumulating below... or seeping up on its own from deeper altars?"  Not a pleasant though, that; truly they had yet to gain a firm grasp on the size of the place, the extent of the threat... "What do you think it is? Have you ever heard of the like?"Dysare is known for her potions, the skill and breadth of her brewing acumen, so surely...?</blockquote>

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