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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Malvoisin" data-source="post: 3481548" data-attributes="member: 40128">The wisdomw of Col and Bael's arguments cannot be ignored, and so with some groaning of tired limbs, the party loads the treasure chests back into the boat. Unfortunately, Vanderboren estate is all the way on the opposite side of the Merchant's District, and so it is rather late when the boat makes its landing at the Merchant's dock. Aching backs and arms drag the heavy chests through the streets as quickly as possible...the good news is that it's not far to the estate now. The party is unmolested by the Watch, or Sasserine's more undesirable element as they make their way.Even at this late hour, the door is answered dutifully by the familiar face of Kora Whistlegap, who rapidly ushers the group inside with a relieved look on her face. "You just leave those heavy things right there, they will be safe," she says bluntly, in reference to the chests. "I'll fetch Mistress Vanderboren straight away!"The party proceeds down the hall to the familiar dining room. It's only minutes before Lavinia comes rushing into the room. She is still dressed in spite of the late hour, and her cheeks are flushed. She rushes immediately to Anar, grabbing the rogue in a fierce hug that takes even the dashing ladies' man by surprise. Then, regaining her composure, she seems equal parts relieved and angry as she pulls free of Anar and cries out, "Where have you all been? I've had people looking for you all day, with no trace to be found throughout all of Sasserine...Keltar Islaran is dead! Murdered in his sleep last night, and left in a horrible state...eviscerated they said! The harbormaster is murdered, and no one has seen any of you all day, and I was worried sick, and..."Finally, stopping her rambling, she allows the party's filthy, wounded, haggard state to register in her brain. She repeats in a much softer voice, "Where have you been? Are you all right?"</blockquote>

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