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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Binder Fred" data-source="post: 6289215" data-attributes="member: 63746">After questions of 'yummies' are fully covered by those concerned <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> :"Oh! I am called Antares, the mage whom you met this morn? And this is sister-sentry Beatrix Merriburg, priestess of Malborka? She was also present? And- And this towards the back is Lord Mikon, one of our Elders..." The Lord had been so quiet he had in truth almost forgotten his presence! And in the dread stress of getting their message across, he HAD quite completely forgotten the need for introductions! "What- What may we call you?""Quite a ways farther than expected," mentions Antares when this becomes clear. "Which means they will likely, in truth, take at least a day to prepare their response to the running messenger making his way there even now?" It is his fondest hope at least... And if so, they- They may have an actual chance of making this right after all...[hr][/hr]Before they set off Antares would like to do three things to prepare if he could?Firstly get a sample of the poison the goblin used on their arrows from the militia present at the goblin enclosure, "That it may be analyzed and perhaps its origins divined?"Secondly, transfer said arrow to teacher Dysare as he goes to inform her and Enderise of the startling changes in their situation since they so suddenly parted just candles past. "Will you- Would you be inclined to perhaps continue some of these pursuits we touched on this morn while we are away, Teacher?" he asked after their questions were answered. "Bell, Liquid and now Poison?" (Sadly, the sought audience with Lord Romani will, for a certainty, likely have to wait until after they return -- should they ever manage that formidable feat.) "I- It shames me to admit it - but in the excitement I did not at all think to inquire of proper compensation for time, wisdom, and considerable wealth of knowledge already invested, much less future probings!" A pause as he thinks hard.... Antares looks back up: "Perhaps- Perhaps I might yet be able to catch Lady Glasia's ear before we depart?" He doesn't look too sure.Thirdly, he will swing by the Bracegirdle's abode, site of his temporary lodgings, and appropriate his Adventuring Backpack, stuffing it with odds and ends he thinks might be useful (or just on hand at the moment) before swinging it onto his shoulder. "Goodwife Lavina?" he says to Boscoe's halfling mother upon crossing the path of herself and three of her broodlings. "Good news, in truth: I have indeed found alternate lodgings! Though," he is forced to admit almost immediately, "on the obverse of fate I am now called upon to travel away from town for... perhaps as much as a week? Would- Would it be alright if I left some of my trivial things here in the interim?" Whatever the case, before leaving the homestead he hesitates and reverses his last step: "Ah... Has a return missive perhaps made its way here from my sire while I was away? Perhaps even promptly delivered by young Dogen Bracegirdle himself?" Who was, of course, his initial envoy to the paternal tower?[sblock=Text of the original missive sent this morning, for reference: ]To my Sire in branch, magic and stars,It has come to my attention in recent days that some of the wisdoms you sought to impart might have deep relevance to tasks whose burden I have now chosen to gladly carry. If possible, I would wish to discuss this and other matters of some import with you at your earliest convenience. Signed in wisdom on this 137th day of the Dawning Year: Your growing son, (And he signed with the graceful curves and ornate decorations of the high elven version of his name: ) MialuceeP.S. The messenger will carry reply should you wish to make one in the short term. Else send word to the abode of Garrett Bracegirdle and I will hear.[/sblock]"Our thanks," bows Antares before straightening, a solemn cast to his elongate elven features. "The Behenian Company will try- The Behenian Company will make you proud," he tells them both, extending the impromptu promise to all those present with what he hopes is a steady look. [sblock=OOC]I think the goblin should have his hands bounds behind his back with a leash attached to those bindings? No gag... Would that suit you guys? Figures. <img src="http://www.enworld.org/forum/images/smilies/nervous.png"  class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":heh:" title="Nervous Laugh    :heh:" data-shortname=":heh:" />[/sblock]</blockquote>

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