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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Gregor" data-source="post: 5656054" data-attributes="member: 11751">Arnir, the Princess' eyes fix on you for a moment as you remove your hood.  You notice some glimmer of recognition in her eyes before she quickly shifts her view back to Simeon and the other council members where tempers are heating.Calladan, the elf holding the banner of Shahalesti glares at you with a steely gaze beneath his silver helmet.  His lips curl slightly with distaste and his free hand opens and closes slowly along the hilt of his longsword.  The majority of the people in the room are focused on the discussion which grows louder and louder.  Calladan then overtly mouths some words in elven at Arnir.  His eyes throw daggers of contained rage at Arnir and his hand begins to tremble slightly, sending minor ripples through the banner.  [sblock="Calladan's mouthed words, if you speak Elven"]You should have run farther away dead man...[/sblock]The tension between the two elves simmers under the cacophany of the arguments going on around them.  It grows, pulsates and seems to take on a life of its own.  Just when it threatens to burst into violence, Simeon's voice rings out:"Enough!  This will descend into continued squabbling and I have many matters to attend to this day.  This council is adjourned until further notice.  In the interim Princess, I will hope that you will keep true to your word that you will approach your father and discuss altering his militaristic terms.  Please leave now."Princess Shalosha nods and says softly: "I will keep to my word Headmaster."  She then summons her retinue and the elves depart, marching down the hallway to the balcony on which they flew in.  On the way out, Calladan throws one more gaze at Arnir and then walks away.The council members prepare to leave and you can make out the images of the elves flying in the drizzle over the harbour towards their ships.  Giorgio quickly stands up and dispenses fine looking sheets of paper, covered in gorgeous writing and affixed with a wax seal bearing the emblem of the Wayfarers."These are for a performance in three weeks," he begins in his pompous voice, "of The Spectacular Trial of Toteth Topec, which you’ve no doubt heard will be premiering at the Wayfarers’ Theater. Though there will be other  performances before the night of your tickets, the ageless beauty that is Guildmistress Larkins wants to be certain we have everything perfect before we show it to you, the city’s most respected citizens, and those dignitaries visiting from similarly respected nations. Think of the symbol it will be, for all you to attend a show together. I dare say it may be wholly disastrous to morale if even one of you fails to attend."You take your tickets.  The other council members nod their thanks, pocket their own tickets and file out in small groups grumbling and muttering about the meeting.  Finally, only the party remains along with Simeon and Kiernan who look exhausted."Some meeting eh?" says Simeon.  "However, I promised you some time after the meeting and that time is now.  You apparently have some stolen intelligence you like to discuss?"</blockquote>

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