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Message: <blockquote data-quote="SSS-Druid" data-source="post: 290526" data-attributes="member: 613">Scene Two – The Darsinthe Household and UnderfaustShe stepped into the lavishly appointed room. It was paneled in Hornsaw nightwood, with the natural stone floor – sanded smooth – polished and covered with various woven rugs. Beside the brazier sat a man of middling years, with a shaven head and meticulously trimmed goatee. He wore a long set of robes with a tight-fitting black vest, crafted of leather. As he rose and neared them, Anjelika saw that the white clasps on the front of the vest were bone; indeed, they were tiny paws – those of mice, perhaps – animated to cling tenaciously to the D-ring loops opposite them. She looked back up from his vest quickly as he spoke.“Welcome. You must be the prodigal!” he chuckled warmly, despite his somewhat sinister appearance. “Be welcome in our home.”The sound of voices drew several people out of the deeper reaches of the household. Two young women, one wearing the dark robes of a necromancer and the other a half-elf in leathers and simple clothing, emerged from one room. From another chamber came a tall, muscled man with close-shorn hair and a goatee. At first Anjelika took him for possibly hunchbacked, but the lump in is cloak made it clear that he bore something – possibly armor – under the cloak, rather than any kind of natural deformity.“This is Sallia, my apprentice,” said the bald necromancer, stepping up beside Clemana. “That is Rua Woodsdatter, Sallia’s companion and retainer, and this is Toltaris, my own guardian. I myself am Amanfar Darsinthe.”* * *Clemana watched Anjelika out of the corner of her eye. The young woman seemed to be doing well here. She, Rua and Sallia were seated next to one another at the table that the Darsinthe household had claimed in the great Underfaust dining hall that served the necromancers.“Is your stew all right, my dear?” asked Amanfar. Clemana turned and smiled at him, and then looked down at her platter. A large halved acorn squash was hollowed and filled with a spicy stew made from goat’s meat, the pulp of the squash itself and various other nuts and diced vegetables. A small saucer held several sliced pieces of fruit, slathered in honey and several wheat rolls sat in a basket nearby. Taking up her glass of rich, sweet wine, she smiled back at him.“Everything is wonderful, Amanfar.” She turned her attention back to the conversation between the young ladies at the table.“You don’t have to keep him here at the table if you don’t want to, you know,” Sallia was saying. “See that alcove over there, behind the beaded curtain? The chefs put out things that the familiars like to eat there, and there are perches and the like back there. You know, sometimes I’m pretty sure that the familiars have their community or something going on back there. Tanner, my flense drake, is back there right now.”Anjelika chuckled and eyed the back alcove doubtfully.“Well, as long as no one minds, I think I’ll keep Drendos right here.” She looked up at the raven perched on her shoulder and fed him some more of the goat’s meat from her stew. The raven eyed it warily and plucked it from her proffered hand.“After meal, Sallia, you and Rua might show Anjelika around the Underfaust. I’m sure she’s interested in seeing what else lies beneath the city,” Amanfar suggested. The three nodded and continued eating, talking amongst themselves all the while.* * *</blockquote>

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