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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Aust Thale" data-source="post: 7302676" data-attributes="member: 6804768">~ Curiosity, thy name is Respen. ~Respen tries to hide his frustration regarding Nelvandra.  Although he does not regret his involvement with her the last four days, given her willingness to get to know him, he is troubled that she will indeed not see him as most drow females see males.  Additionally, if he couples with her while she does not completely have free will and he does, he can't square the ethical edges of that with the premium upon which he places personal freedom.  They are elves, not farm animals.  He snaps himself out of it as she rises and tests his limits, but he remains steadfast.~ You are an oak among willows, Respen Coraellus. ~  Respen thinks to himself.He notes her magical accoutrements, and he hand her his magical cloak of resistance.  Although certainly used to the damp coolness of the underground, the north wind coming off the sea into Dyvers this time of year is chilly in the early morning.  Not to mention, being seen would draw attention.  He chuckles to himself as Dame Clare as "big sister" proceeds to tell "little sister" what "little sister" needs.  He recalls his own sister corralling him in the much the same way.  He is visibly surprised and chuckles again to himself at Dame Clare's letting Nel's age slip, as well as Nel's riposte.  "Nel, and your Grace, respectfully, I'm not sure that the two of you should be discussing your age in my midst.  That is a conversation that I can not win."  Respen smiles.  Responding to Dame Clare's query regarding clarity on his errand.  "Yes.  Gather the relevant materials and return them here forthwith."  He pauses, "Your Grace, for the record, bringing these things here is an awful idea.  I am obviously compelled to your wish; however, candidly, I'm unsure if this isn't "poking the bear".  I'm not eager to make an enemy of him, and I would think taking these particular things might gather his ire.  That said, I'll be about it nonetheless."  Addressing Dame Clare, "Your Grace, how will we return?  Do you have magical means?  Or shall we come back the long way so that Nel can see more?"Turning to Nel, "Have you ever been to Dyvers, my dear?  I would like to provide a proper tour, even with as little time as I have spent there.  If not this trip, perhaps another."  Becoming more serious for a moment, Respen delivers instruction to Nel, "When we arrive, you need to know some things.  I've been to this location twice.  I do not know every nook.  It has a number of magical items or mystic tomes.  I believe I know what I am looking for.  While I am hunting for it, don't become distracted.  There is a magical mirror that can transport us over great distances, as well as another one of these orbs like your sister possesses.  Leave them alone.  There may be another person there, a human woman, as well as a dog.  Do not harm them.  They are bystanders to this; I'll handle them.  If the owner of the tomes is there, you need to leave. Right then.  If his guards arrive, or there are unexpected visitors, you protect me only until you see a chance to get away.  "  He takes Nel's hands in his face, and places one gently on her abdomen.  "You must promise me.  You will not linger. "Back to Dame Clare, "Your Grace, if he is there, and I survive the encounter, I'll find my own way back. " Right before they depart, Respen lightens the mood a little, and he looks mischievously at both Dame and Nel, settling more on Nel, looking her over admiringly.  "So, 176 years old, eh?  I'm 46 years your junior.  Yes, you can wipe the look off both of your faces.  I was an early bloomer."  He winks at Nel, "Cradle-robber."He looks back at Dame Clare, "Let's be about this business."  And he prepares to arrive in Margull's laboratory.</blockquote>

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