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Message: <blockquote data-quote="jbear" data-source="post: 6222241" data-attributes="member: 75065">Daylily's request jolts Relic from his reverie as they enter the city. The old man's face darkens and grows dour. "Of course, Daylilly. Here take a look..." Relic reaches around to find something in his backpack. When he turns back to his friend his eyes are glazed and distant, his face slack and devoid of expression. In his hand he holds a tin whistle. "Err ... here you go Daylilly. Was this what you were looking for?" He jams the whistle into Daylilly's hand and mumbles something about meeting the group at the inn later. He wanders the streets until he finds a horse vendor where he bargains for some time until he gets a fair price for the old nag that Daylily had given him. He then heads for the inn where he catches the last of the conversation about games. He scowls and hands Daylily the pouch of coins with thanks. "No further need for a horse. Thank you for the loan of the roan. As for the snobbery that we will suffer tomorrow, pay it no mind. Do not let this pomp and drudgery dull your senses. Just ... just ... stay on your toes." He pays his 7 coins and hurries up stairs as though Daylilly's unanswered question was searing his skin and his closeness to the elf made the pain burn hotter.</blockquote>