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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dragonwriter" data-source="post: 5656813" data-attributes="member: 54988">Jareth coughs a little uncomfortably. "I'm afraid we were not as successful as we had hoped, Lord Valorn. Tharivol is... no longer among us. I... am sorry." He takes a deep breath as the foul taste of the lie passes his lips."I suppose I should begin at the beginning. Brend, Vance and Skazul sent me to the aid of these others, as they traveled through a series of underground tunnels beneath the elven forest. The journey was long and arduous, and I won't bore you with the details. Eventually, we found a way to an exit near the Nandirly capital of Tirol. We entered openly, spoke with the elders and tried to free Tharivol... Things did not go well. Our words made inroads to some, but our mere presence was like an affront to others. Tharivol gave his life, hoping to save us so we could end this war. He died a hero, Lady Valorn, though I wish he had not died at all," he says, honest regret tinging his voice. Regret for the painful lie, though, and not over a death. "His actions, combined with our attempts at diplomacy, stirred the heart and mind of this man, who took it upon himself to act as an ambassador between the Nandirly and our lands and perhaps put an end to this conflict before it begins in earnest." Jareth indicates the ambassador as he finishes.</blockquote>