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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lord_Gareth" data-source="post: 3260825" data-attributes="member: 48062">Endeca frowns in thought. She glances about the room, at the old man and the clergy. Slowly, her eyes fade back to their normal emerald color."Well, I am not qualified to care for him, unfortunately, and my work puts me in the line of sword and spell on an eerily regular basis. Can the temple care for him until help can be found? Actually..."Endeca fishes around her outfit, checking various pockets that you wouldn't even guess were pockets, until she pulls out some gold in her fist. This she passes to the priest."To care, feed, and clothe him. I'll provide for him, if nothing else."[sblock=OOC]500 G.P. has been donated to care for the mad old man.[/sblock]The young mage snaps her fingers, and the rope undoes itself, coiling back at her waist."Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some pressing business at the Citadel. Depending on how she took my words, I may have some ass-kicking in my immediate future."With those sage words, Endeca turns and leaves the temple, heading towards home.</blockquote>