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<blockquote data-quote="Sephiroth no Miko" data-source="post: 1836937" data-attributes="member: 4796">&quot;Daubei's Obscure Woe? Hmmm... never heard of it. Very well, I'll consult with him. Wait right here; I'll be just a short while.&quot; With a swish of robes, Ivth gives the workers a few last instructions, then stalks towards a pair of grand staircases in the back. He returns a few moments later, with a slightly disgruntled look on his face. &quot;Badurth will see you now,&quot; he says a bit stiffly and waits silently as the group collects itself to follow.He leads everyone up to second floor to a small but sumptuously appointed dining room. It is filled with the sweet and pungent smoke of pipeweed, and heated to a nigh-uncomfortable degree by a large, roaring fireplace. The chamber is dominated by a single mahogany table, flanked by a few chairs. As you enter, you catch a glimpse of a scantily clad elven dancer being hurried out of a side door by another servant. Once everyone has made their way in, he excuses himself and shuts the door behind you.Seated at the table in front of a partially eaten meal is a shriveled old elf with chalky black skin. His inky, almond-shaped eyes turn to narrow bloodshot slits as he looks you up and down. Long white hair spills haphazardly in front of his face and over his shoulders. He wears a tunic of midnight silk, and a red cloak covers his thin shoulders despite the warmth of the room.Taking a long drag from a stem of pipeweed, he tosses the butt onto his meal and gestures for you to take a seat, if you wish. Leaning back in his chair and folding his hands across his lap, Badurth asks in a hoarse wheeze, &quot;What would bring you berks to want to stick your noses into an old, forgotten thing like Daubei's Obscure Woe?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Sephiroth no Miko, post: 1836937, member: 4796"] "Daubei's Obscure Woe? Hmmm... never heard of it. Very well, I'll consult with him. Wait right here; I'll be just a short while." With a swish of robes, Ivth gives the workers a few last instructions, then stalks towards a pair of grand staircases in the back. He returns a few moments later, with a slightly disgruntled look on his face. "Badurth will see you now," he says a bit stiffly and waits silently as the group collects itself to follow. He leads everyone up to second floor to a small but sumptuously appointed dining room. It is filled with the sweet and pungent smoke of pipeweed, and heated to a nigh-uncomfortable degree by a large, roaring fireplace. The chamber is dominated by a single mahogany table, flanked by a few chairs. As you enter, you catch a glimpse of a scantily clad elven dancer being hurried out of a side door by another servant. Once everyone has made their way in, he excuses himself and shuts the door behind you. Seated at the table in front of a partially eaten meal is a shriveled old elf with chalky black skin. His inky, almond-shaped eyes turn to narrow bloodshot slits as he looks you up and down. Long white hair spills haphazardly in front of his face and over his shoulders. He wears a tunic of midnight silk, and a red cloak covers his thin shoulders despite the warmth of the room. Taking a long drag from a stem of pipeweed, he tosses the butt onto his meal and gestures for you to take a seat, if you wish. Leaning back in his chair and folding his hands across his lap, Badurth asks in a hoarse wheeze, "What would bring you berks to want to stick your noses into an old, forgotten thing like Daubei's Obscure Woe?" [/QUOTE]

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