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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Myth and Legend" data-source="post: 5243512" data-attributes="member: 82679">Elistina kept quiet and to the side of all the commotion - her usual position when matters of ego were concerned. She had crafted for herself a load of tremendeous patience, not easiliy breachable especially after her trial in the Otyugh hole. The Whisper Gnome arcanist had joined this peculiar group of individualds only recently, as they had arrived in Farshore after supposedly slaughering a nest of demons.The Incantatrix shivered at the thought of these foul Outsiders festering on this plane and cursing it with their taint and malice. In this regards, El was adamant and a most zealous follower of her Order's code, a true sister to the others.While only knowing these interseting people for a few days, she had already grown quite fond of Fenrick. In part, because he was one of the little people as their races were called, but also because of is open and cheerful character. He was a bit too unruly and unpredictable for the Gnome's tastes, but one does not get to choose every characteristic of one's comrades in arms.The situation was dire, and what little Elistina knew of the Pearl, she knew it was very bad to read pearls, as in more than one of these wicked artifacts. Demogorgon was involved, and as far as she was concerned, the only good Prince of Demons was a Disintegrated, Soultrapped one. To this thought, the spellcaster clasped her hands behind her back, so that she did not touch her spellbook and relinquish her anxiety before the others. On the outside she was calm and collected, as she should be.Sharazek was nice for a human, quite handsome but much too tall and loud mouthed, but the Gnome still preferred him to the beast man or the Drow. Those just made her wary and itching to reach for her spellbook for reassurance."I am sure we will find her in the town hall." Elistina said with her plain, calm voice. She turned towards the messanger, her auburn hair knotted in a tight bun, her back staright and her face frozen. "Was there anything else of interest on the vessel?</blockquote>

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