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Message: <blockquote data-quote="stonegod" data-source="post: 3566074" data-attributes="member: 36973">Marot follows Jarrith into the Tavern; Sir Khensu, never the talkative type, declines and stays with the rapidly redundant barricades. Following behind are Janis, Daellin, and Perriwimple. Tessa and Ashlyn remain outside to assist the now in-place Jorasco healers with tending the town and caravan wounded.The tavern has seen a marked change---the harried and sorrowful faces of the villagers are gone, replaces by the more recently harrowed faces of the surviving caravan members. Already, some of Mateusz's subordinates are setting up their library, maps, and so forth. Arik, the proprietor, is ordered routinely about---the poor man is still obviously dazed by the town's recent events and follows mechanically. A few stray children gawk at the proceedings, the look of hunger still painfully on their faces.The archivist takes out a rag and wipes off an old wooden chair before sitting, and does the same on the table before sitting down; a quick half-glare procures some paper and ink from one of the scribes. He scratches some notes as he awaits the others to sit. Once all gathered, he looks at the gathered. His brow furrows at the large Perriwimple a moment, then dismisses him, instead turning to the Thaloist Four before him."Tell me what you have learned. Best we fix whether this madness with the undead, the wolves that attacked our caravan, those fanciful witch stories that brought you here, and all have to do with our Claw agents or something else--we cannot let anything get in the way of our work here. And I need to know everything you have found out about that Tome."</blockquote>

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