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Message: <blockquote data-quote="jkason" data-source="post: 5748858" data-attributes="member: 2710">[gm][MENTION=100541]toasterferret[/MENTION], you still with us?[/gm]Thon seems a bit confused by the sudden comraderie, but nods his consent to Elenka's proposal as everyone prepares for Tarkan's imminent arrival.Said arrival, as with all things Tarkan, is loud and angry. "Okay, since you weren't stupid enough to hide yer casting, you can have these back for the day," the large priest says, throwing back the spell component pouches. He also produces a bag which clinks loudly. "Can't imagine you need all this for a halfling, but you can have your drinks back, too." Indeed, the bag contains the potions and alchemists' fire you brought with you, as well as the healing wand. Your trainer leads you back to the storage room, where the rest of your mundane equipment can be found, then up through the armory. As you gather your weaponry, a herald arrives in the doorway. The black-robed figure leans casually in the entryway, surveying the group, then clears his throat and points."I need this one for special training today," comes the deep voice. Garthia. "Me?" It's not until he speaks that you're all sure the masked acolyte Garthia pointed to was Thon and not another of your party members. Garthia nods."I've got this lot for the Dimplecotton job," Tarkan growls."I saw your trainees in the courtyard yesterday, Tarkan," Garthia returns, his tone light. "They're all quite capable. Do you really think you need five?" Garthia raises his hand before Tarkan can do much more than grunt. "Tell you what: take two more vetted acolytes and leave me this one. It's more than fair, yes?"There is a tense moment when no one speaks. Then, finally, Tarkan grabs Thon by the arm and swings him across the room to Garthia. The priest stomps off, saying "Rest of you get your bloody gear and meet me in the courtyard." He's barely out of sight before you hear him shouting, "You and you! My personal detail. Now!" There is a scuffling of feet as whomever he's chosen quickly moves to obey.Garthia merely leans on the entry. Thon waits nervously near him, glancing back and forth between party and herald. Finally, Garthia breaks falling silence, turning to leave as he calls "Come, boy. The Living God has special need of you."</blockquote>

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