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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Nalfeshnee" data-source="post: 3100274" data-attributes="member: 27130">As you prepare to leave, Nuan approaches you all. Through his strange features, you see eyes that are uncharacteristically troubled. 'I have matters to attend to. As much as I would like to bear witness to the entropy that will no doubt lie in your wake, i cannot. It has been a good night, good bashing. You will hear from me soon.' and he leaves, making his way through the dark streets, before anyone can even speak a word. You make your way through the streets of Sigil, your way guided by a pair of light boys. It is quite the strange procession, when you think about it. Two society high-ups in the chair, pulled by a pair of burly half-giants (who have not come unequipped - their backs are home to large swords, ready for any disturbances). Beside the chair walks a silent bariaur, his staff and barding-robes testament to his spellslinging profession. And finally, your diminished group walking beside them.</blockquote>