Willow stands to the side quietly, trying to interpose herself between the strangely dressed and frail woman and the big white hunting cat. This is quite difficult since the cat is actually bigger than the tiny girl, so she is mostly surrounded by a fuzzy white aura all the way around her as the love sick singer wimpers on about the corpse they found.
[Living Pathfinder]The Green Faerie
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HolyMan
Thy wounds are healed!
Markas wonders if this woman is truthful in her intentions or not as he is not overly sure. If what he knows of the old elvish singer Abzienta is indeed true in this case, than she is not only a gifted singer but an actress as well. He decides to see if he can help salvage the situation.
"I don't think it wise to take you to him, mi'lady. We aren't sure if what he has is... catching. We just wanted to know when you last saw him. And how was he? Did he act odd? Complain about anything bothering him? Anything you can tell us would be most helpful."
"I don't think it wise to take you to him, mi'lady. We aren't sure if what he has is... catching. We just wanted to know when you last saw him. And how was he? Did he act odd? Complain about anything bothering him? Anything you can tell us would be most helpful."
Walking Dad
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Nathan Tchanlach, human sorcerer
Nathan bites his lip a moment, then shakes his head. As he sees Alnar walk out to play lookout, he nods, deciding.
"Milady, I need to ask for your discretion and your forgiveness, as I'm afraid I've withheld pertinent facts in the interest of avoiding panic, jumped-to conclusions," he says calmly and softly, with genuine remorse in his voice.
"The full facts are that we fear Carnemorto ... there was some kind of break in at his apartments, and we have reason to believe it was no random thief in the night, but rather someone sent after him who wished him harm. The more people who know what we've discovered, however, the greater we risk tipping our hand. And if Carnemorto is somehow still alive--for I tell you honestly we have not yet confirmed his demise--then whomever might hold him might finish what they've started. Will you help us, then, good Maschera, and keep our secret from ..." here he glances to the door in obvious reference to Tilsit ... "Those who might have looser tongues?"
Nathan bites his lip a moment, then shakes his head. As he sees Alnar walk out to play lookout, he nods, deciding.
"Milady, I need to ask for your discretion and your forgiveness, as I'm afraid I've withheld pertinent facts in the interest of avoiding panic, jumped-to conclusions," he says calmly and softly, with genuine remorse in his voice.
"The full facts are that we fear Carnemorto ... there was some kind of break in at his apartments, and we have reason to believe it was no random thief in the night, but rather someone sent after him who wished him harm. The more people who know what we've discovered, however, the greater we risk tipping our hand. And if Carnemorto is somehow still alive--for I tell you honestly we have not yet confirmed his demise--then whomever might hold him might finish what they've started. Will you help us, then, good Maschera, and keep our secret from ..." here he glances to the door in obvious reference to Tilsit ... "Those who might have looser tongues?"
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InVinoVeritas
Adventurer
Maschera staggers, breathing heavily. Her eyes dart around the room, as she looks dizzy. She steels herself and lowers her eyes.
"Yes, for my love. I'll keep the secret. What can I do?"
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She blanched. Her heart rate is rising. This is true fear.
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As Alnar waits outside the room, Tilsit bubbles back to the dressing room, a bottle of wine and a pair of glasses in hand.
"This is a bottle of East Wall Irthos. The preponderance of afternoon sun ripens the berries, adding both to the berry and sweet notes. A perfect beverage to freshen up by. Now, I believe m'lady requires a glass, if you don't mind."
"Yes, for my love. I'll keep the secret. What can I do?"
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She blanched. Her heart rate is rising. This is true fear.
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As Alnar waits outside the room, Tilsit bubbles back to the dressing room, a bottle of wine and a pair of glasses in hand.
"This is a bottle of East Wall Irthos. The preponderance of afternoon sun ripens the berries, adding both to the berry and sweet notes. A perfect beverage to freshen up by. Now, I believe m'lady requires a glass, if you don't mind."
Nathan Tchanlach, human sorcerer
Nathan gingerly takes Maschera's hand to reassure her.
"It is a great burden we've given you, my lady, but trust me it is for the best for now," he says gently. As he hears Tilsit's voice again in the hall, Nathan lowers his own.
"We've precious little time. Is there somewhere you might meet us later? Somewhere away from ... walls with ears such as the opera house seems to have?"
Nathan gingerly takes Maschera's hand to reassure her.
"It is a great burden we've given you, my lady, but trust me it is for the best for now," he says gently. As he hears Tilsit's voice again in the hall, Nathan lowers his own.
"We've precious little time. Is there somewhere you might meet us later? Somewhere away from ... walls with ears such as the opera house seems to have?"
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InVinoVeritas
Adventurer
Maschera looks around.
She whispers, "Where are you staying? I have a performance tonight, but perhaps we can meet at your place tomorrow morning?"
She whispers, "Where are you staying? I have a performance tonight, but perhaps we can meet at your place tomorrow morning?"
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