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<blockquote data-quote="Gregor" data-source="post: 5662382" data-attributes="member: 11751">********Those at the Inn...As the hours of the afternoon pass by and evening begins to set in, you begin to hear the gossip flow from the mouths of patrons who have come in for a drink and to hear Kirio's performance.&nbsp; &quot;Shahalesti has declared war!&quot; say some, &quot;The elves mean to ally with Ragesia and split the spoils amongst themselves...&quot;, say others.&nbsp; The looming spectre of the Elven blockade appears to be common knowledge now.Eventually the Innkeep flashes his usual glance at Kirio and nods towards the stage.&nbsp; The crowd is restless tonight though an increasing assortment of patrician-looking members of Seaquen society have returned for a follow-up show.********Lars...Towards a drizzly dusk you walk back to the Lyceum.&nbsp; As you climb the hill you can see the Elven warships anchored beyond the harbour, their broad sails whipping in the wind.&nbsp; You are readmitted without and problem and spend perhaps half an hour trying to navigate the halls, offices and stairwells to locate Theal.&nbsp; Finally, a comely female student leads you to a small lecture room on a lower level and blushes as she leaves you at the threshold.Inside you see a human man with vaguely bestial features: greyish skin, strange ears, larger yellowish eyes and big teeth.&nbsp; He is dressed in common clothing but also wears a dark green cape, leather bracers on his forearms and a golden sash for a belt.&nbsp; He leads a few young students through what appears to be simple cantrips you've seen Arnir, Kirio or even yourself use over the course of your journey. Some of them cause small items like tools or stones to shed light, or they spill pitchers of water and use their minor magic to clean up the mess.&nbsp; Eventually, looking tired, they file out and the instructor walks over to see you.&quot;What can I do for you son?&quot; says the man in a low voice, &quot;are you lost?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Gregor, post: 5662382, member: 11751"] ******** [B]Those at the Inn...[/B] As the hours of the afternoon pass by and evening begins to set in, you begin to hear the gossip flow from the mouths of patrons who have come in for a drink and to hear Kirio's performance. "Shahalesti has declared war!" say some, "The elves mean to ally with Ragesia and split the spoils amongst themselves...", say others. The looming spectre of the Elven blockade appears to be common knowledge now. Eventually the Innkeep flashes his usual glance at Kirio and nods towards the stage. The crowd is restless tonight though an increasing assortment of patrician-looking members of Seaquen society have returned for a follow-up show. ******** [B]Lars...[/B] Towards a drizzly dusk you walk back to the Lyceum. As you climb the hill you can see the Elven warships anchored beyond the harbour, their broad sails whipping in the wind. You are readmitted without and problem and spend perhaps half an hour trying to navigate the halls, offices and stairwells to locate Theal. Finally, a comely female student leads you to a small lecture room on a lower level and blushes as she leaves you at the threshold. Inside you see a human man with vaguely bestial features: greyish skin, strange ears, larger yellowish eyes and big teeth. He is dressed in common clothing but also wears a dark green cape, leather bracers on his forearms and a golden sash for a belt. He leads a few young students through what appears to be simple cantrips you've seen Arnir, Kirio or even yourself use over the course of your journey. Some of them cause small items like tools or stones to shed light, or they spill pitchers of water and use their minor magic to clean up the mess. Eventually, looking tired, they file out and the instructor walks over to see you. [COLOR="SandyBrown"]"What can I do for you son?"[/COLOR] says the man in a low voice, [COLOR="SandyBrown"]"are you lost?"[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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