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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Seravin" data-source="post: 2814145" data-attributes="member: 6783">Wizard TalkJallarzi, Jared, and Kellron were quietly occupying themselves in the formal waiting room of the Corlean Library. Today the walls were paneled in a white wood with elven silk tapestries adding a bit of color. The furniture was done in the halfling style, sturdy and overstuffed. One wall was hidden completely by bookshelves filled with books on history, language, plant-life, and spellcraft. A table against another wall held a selection of refreshments and glasses to drink from.Jared and Kellron had each pulled down a book from the shelf and had seated themselves in comfortable chairs to peruse. Jallarzi, having claimed the sole couch, was studying her spellbook; while Sarah, her cat, was quietly napping against her mistress. The young wizard was worrying at two particularly thorny problems for her. Earlier yesterday she had missed her teleport point and she was trying to figure out how avoid that next time. The problem was that a guaranteed teleport seemed to be more complex then she could handle right now. Her other problem was more of a fun project, trying to deconstruct how a prismatic spray spell actually work. The white-haired wizard knew she was close to solving both problems, but she wasn’t quite there yet.That’s when the door swung open without warning. The three companions were still wary, given their status as criminals, and all turned to look to the doorway. Standing there was an older man with neatly kept, short silver hair and piercing gray eyes. Jallarzi recognized Shalzerith immediately, but did not lose her wariness. She did stand in respect though, as did Kellron and Jared.The mustachioed wizard gave a small smile in greeting to all three, but seemingly dismissed the two armored men and focused on Jallarzi. “Journey-wizard Jallarzi, it is quite good to see you again.” Greeted the man. His voice was deep and strong, despite his relative thinness. His smile all but disappeared. “I’ve heard of the spell-poisoning here and hoped you were unharmed?”Jallarzi genuflected courteously enough and waved a hand to her friends, introducing them. “Mostly.” She answered. “This is Kellron and Jared. They’re friends of mine. Jared healed me.”Shalzerith met the gaze of both men with a steady look of his own. “Good morning, gentlemen, and thank you…Jared, was it?”Jared nodded. “Yes. Jallarzi is a friend of ours.” Jared’s voice was cool but polite.Turning his attention back to Jallarzi, Shalzerith continued. “Are you still up for lunch?”“About that…” Jallarzi trailed off. “Can I speak with you privately?” She asked.“Certainly.” Shalzerith was pleased at the implied trust. “There’s a room just down the hall.”Nodding acceptance, Jallarzi looked at Jared and Kellron. “I’ll come back.” She told them.Sarah didn’t move from the couch, though she watched her mistress leave the room. She was to be Jallarzi’s voice in case something untoward happened.Shalzerith led Jallarzi to the Blue Room, just two doors down the hallway. Inviting her to sit, he picked out a chair of his own. “I assume,” he started, “that something has happened?”“I’m afraid so.” She confirmed. “Yesterday we were framed for attacking a man then we found out we were wanted for tax evasion.”Shalzerith pondered that for a moment. “Assault and tax evasion? Did you?”Jallarzi started to shake her head and then shrugged. “We didn’t attack the man. We were nowhere near him. The tax evasion thing is a mis-understanding.”“I see. Can you tell me anymore?”Jallarzi hesitated briefly. It was obvious to her that the older wizard seemed interested in her and she wasn’t sure she wanted to invite that kind of attention. Master Shalzerith was a powerful wizard though and could certainly provide help of some sort. Making her decision, Jallarzi proceeded to describe briefly the events at the Blue Gorgon and the attack on Grandal Deverex. She left out the details of Ashimar’s soul and any reference to Kestral. She then mentioned how she found out about the tax evasion charges.Shalzerith seemed impressed. “It seems,” he said “that you have made some enemies.”Jallarzi frowned. It wasn’t a very helpful observation, but Shalzerith continued before she could offer a rejoinder.“It might be that I could be of help.” He offered.“How so?”“I’m not without resources." He pointed out. "It seems the simplest thing to do would be to take revenge on the people persecuting you; perhaps even find something to deal with the devil you mentioned.” His smile had a touch of arrogance. “I know how to bind things myself and I suspect I could find something suitable. We’ll need to answer a few questions though.”Shalzerith quizzed Jallarzi for another ten minutes, trying to find out the details of the devil they had met and what Jallarzi knew of her foe. Unfortunately it became quickly apparent that Jallarzi didn’t have enough information.“Perhaps revenge is premature.” Conceeded Shalzerith, leaning back into his chair. “It sounds like you…we need more information. Fortunately for us, my resources still apply. I can seek an audience with things not of this world and see what they know. It’s not without risk, but I could do this.”*Jallarzi was cautious. “What kind of things?”Smiling, the Master answered. “Powerful, knowledgeable things. Not fiends, if that’s what you are worried about. My researches have been particularly fruitful though and I have found planar-locations never before kenned. I dare say I am one of only a handful of wizards who even knows of the existence of these planes.”Jallarzi looked confused, but let it pass to focus on the offer of help. “If you think these things can help then we accept.” She said. “We need all the information we can get.”Shalzerith stood. “Well then, I’ll see what I can find out. We’ll have to dine together some other time. I know of a place in Karos that I think you would like.”Jallarzi smiled wanly, still not sure she appreciated Shalzerith’s attentions; but willing to accept his help.Shalzerith saw this and let it go. “I’ll contact you as soon as I find something out.” He promised.---*Contact Other Plane.</blockquote>

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