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"Well met then, Vaseda," says Melech, shaking the wizard's hand, his grip strong, as you would expect from a warrior. With the pleasantries out of the way, Melech turns back to Ciaran, and gestures to the ramp leading upstairs. "You'll find Lord Burne above; I believe he is in the library." With a nod, the sergeant leaves you to yourselves, going on about his business.
Ciaran knows the way, from years of study spent in the tower, and leads Vaseda above. The library, really little more than a well-appointed study, is fairly small, but lined with shelves and shelves of tomes and books. Several small tables, surrounded by overstuffed armchairs and ottomans furnish the place. A fire blazes in a brick and stone fireplace near one wall, warming the place. Nearby is a sideboard, holding a dozen glasses and several bottles of spirits atop it. A pair of writing desks with padded armchairs round out the furnishings; it is at one of these that the Lord Mage Burne sits, studying a heavy tome, and writing notes onto several pieces of parchment. He looks up as you enter.
"Ah, Ciaran. It is good to see you. I've been worried about you, wandering if your powers were such that you'd be alright on your own. I can see that my worries were unfounded." He motions you into the chamber. "Help yourself to something from the sideboard, and have a seat. There is some fine Urnst brandy there...ah, I see you brought a friend." Burne stands and approaches you.
The Lord Mage is tall, over six feet, but slender, and dressed in very fine silk robes, of a dark blue coloration. The robes are trimmed with what looks to be the fur of a silver fox. He is an attractive man of perhaps thirty or thirty-five winters, and is meticulously groomed, right down to his very fine spade-shaped goatee. "So, who is your friend, Ciaran?"
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