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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Isida Kep'Tukari" data-source="post: 1402956" data-attributes="member: 4441">*Eryic, if you go to Master Quill and explain that you have to go, he does get upset, though he won't prevent you from leaving.*"Tarnak's Teeth boy!  You're a good hand with a hammer, but next time don't commit yourself if you aren't going to stay," he says, his face a mask of disappointment and some anger.*Urgo, in trying to find out about the storm, you hear several other rumors about some of the city's most prominant artists coming to some kind of grief.  What makes it interesting is that in all the cases there was some kind of wind that marked the beginning of their sorrow.**The group heads on out, Pai mounted on a sturdy little pony, and Soen perched behind.  Agracahn has a fine roan mare that complements the color of his fur.  You notice that his red and gold clothes match his dyed tack.**Following the road marked on the map, you make fairly good time.  Soen and Pai chatter amiably about magic with anyone who cares to listen, Pai speaking of different wind spirits he's met and Soen talking about interesting magical weapons he's seen in his travels.**You can see the peaks of the Elder Mountains in the distance when you pull off the road to camp for the night, their tops glittering faintly with ice.  Pai and Soen agree to take the first watch, leaving the rest of you to divide up the watches as you see fit.  The roads you've been taking have been fairly quiet, as you've gotten off the main road to take a more direct route to the mountains.  Right now you haven't seen anyone in a couple hours, and it's unlikely that you'll be bothered tonight.**As you build up the fire to make supper, the faint eastern breeze starts to whip up, throwing dust and sand in your eyes.  When they clear, the breeze has whipped up the fire into a small inferno.  More alarming is the fact that the fire now has eyes of blue flame and reaches out fiery hands to graps at Agracahn.  The litorian shouts and oath and tries to dodge out of the way.*</blockquote>

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