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Message: <blockquote data-quote="CRGreathouse" data-source="post: 1206266" data-attributes="member: 474">"You must request audience, but I can write a letter of introduction for you.  Hopefully they will accept your request."Denelmir finds ink and parchment and dashes of the letter.  He then seals it with ink and a ring -- apparently, he's the sort to keep a signet ring in his pocket, because you didn't see it before.You present your request unceremoneously to a ward (Elvish: lit. 'council-keeper'), who informs you that the Council will call you within two days if they are to hear from you.Taliz spends his time getting a general feeling for the attitude of the elves here.Gather Information: 9 + 2 - 4 (circumstance) = 7; 19 + 2 - 4 (circumstance) = 17The elves are somewhat wary around you, but with some effort you are able to glean their feelings, especially with the aid of strong elven wine.  Most are disspirited, expecting their territory to shrink again, as a matter of time.  Others are fierce advocates of defending their boundaries:"When the forest started to fall, we used ambassadors and gifts, logic and rhetoric.  It stopped the approach of men... for a decade, perhaps less.  As more of our home was used to graze animals or grow wheat, we finally learned to do as our ancient forebearers: draw a line, and shoot anything past it.  For most of my life this has worked, but now I worry: there's talk about elven blood on human hands."The elf pauses and glances at Taliz's hands."The humans are training more soldiers, raising their walls, and preparing for battle.  We've increased patrols, I've heard, and traded broadheads for narrow.  It may come to nothing, I don't know.  I just wish I was with them, waiting..."The elf raises a drink to his lips.  You notice that the elf's far (right) arm is larger than the other; you didn't think he was strong before, but it comes into place.  He must be an archer, or a former archer, in the military -- or whatever equivilent the elves have.  Sizing him up quickly, you can see the muscle under his outer layer of flabby skin, the grace in his movements.  He finishes his drink and eyes you up and down."You'll be the same as the rest of them, I'm sure.  I always got a bad feeling around your type, and I'm getting it now."He tosses back the last of his drink and sits back quietly.Edit: Yes, two days have passed.  No, the Council hasn't called for you.</blockquote>

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