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Message: <blockquote data-quote="KahlessNestor" data-source="post: 6908731" data-attributes="member: 6801311">Guildhall“By the Nine Hells,” Odagar muttered, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers as that annoying pixie sailed into the room, her high-pitched voice giving him yet another migraine. He finished his wine and got up. The intrusion seemed to be a well-dressed halfling.“Ogres are hardly worth our time,” the dwarf said. Though that was a lot of money in those bags for some ogres, and it tickled at his dwarven greed. The others seemed eager to take the job. Granted, Odagar could use an outing, maybe a bit of practice.Odagar gave a specific whistle. A set of rune-inscribed mithral half-plate floated into the room. It came to rest on the chair the dwarf had been sitting in. Odagar held out his arms and something started pulling off his robe, leaving the dwarf bare-chested. He was remarkably well-muscled for a wizard. The unseen servant held up a sturdy shirt, which Odager slipped into. Then the servant started to buckle on the armor. Then it retrieved a rune-carved warhammer, a belt, and the dwarf’s pack, helping the wizard into them.Odagar settled a wand into his belt in easy reach and made sure everything was just so before announcing, “I am ready.”[sblock=OOC]Odagar would usually be in the library or his room studying or experimenting.[/sblock]</blockquote>