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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Tonks" data-source="post: 3001736" data-attributes="member: 42402">Azot, Dwarven Sewer DruidAmazed at the difference between the man’s articulate words and his nearly wooden actions, Azot committed the location to memory and the path he would take to arrive there. Reaching out and grasping the steaming sandwich, Azot paused for a moment and wondered if he should give the man some coins for his assistance, or if he would even be able to keep them should the gnome discover he had them.“May the blessings of Sebek be with you for the assistance you have given this night.”Turning away and biting into the hard bun, Azot ignored the heat of the meat as he quickly consumed the meal. If Sebek did not guide him to another meal as quickly as he had this one, Azot could not deny that he found it fitting that his last meal was that of a child of Sebek.Keeping his eyes moving for the street markers which guided those who had lost their way, some purposely designed to ensure that those who followed them would never find their destination, Azot saw the symbol for the Ivory Markets and headed towards them.</blockquote>