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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Express2.0" data-source="post: 5257611" data-attributes="member: 84891">A bit more pre game fluffFor a moment, you considered the import of your master's message. It bore Istvan's seal. After a few moments you studied the note's bearer. He was a wood elf, short of stature, with raven black hair and dark wild eyes. He  was unable to answer your questions concerning Istvan save that he was oathbound by the Imperial Oligarchs to escort you to Istvan.So with little reason to refuse and curious to the purpose of your master's call, you accompanied the elf and began your journey.For days you traveled, your escort saying few words upon the trail. Finally it began to dawn upon you that your path had turned to the south, away from the borders of the Empire of Ravilla, and the old city of Xanos, and your master's school.The wood elf shook his head at your puzzlement. "Istvan is not in Xanos. We travel for Scalebane, a camp town on the Plain of Edora.  There, Istvan awaits."And so, after several days traversing the disputed regions of the old Empire, you crested a ridge on a midsummer's morning and saw the sight of Scalebane.Scalebane was a haphazardly arrayed collection of grand pavilions, modest tents, and rudely built wooden buildings. The town looked new, raw, and sat almost buzzing on the plain as its denizens-representatives of numerous races- went about their daily routines.</blockquote>