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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DEFCON 1" data-source="post: 4674174" data-attributes="member: 7006">Speaking with the artificers of the caravan to have a magical undead bane property added to his main rapier takes him only about 10 minutes of negotiation, after which he continues with various other projects.  Every so often he wanders over to Khensu just to make sure the big man is still in the same spot, still in prayer.  He doesn't bother him, and indeed when Marot tries unsuccessfully to engage the shifter in conversation, the Stalker waves the warlock over."Not gonna get much out of Khensu right now, Brother... you know how he is."  Jarrith looks at the warlock and can see the withering of his musculature, and his eyes narrow in focus.  "It looks like you're still debilitated a bit.  Let me take care of that."  He closes his eyes in a quick silent prayer and then lets the power of the Flame infuse itself with Marot.  (Jarrith will cast any and all necessary restoration or other spells to get Marot back to full health if possible during our three day break.)  He opens his eyes and nods in satisfaction with Marot's newly regained health.  "You look better."At some point during their three days, Jarrith finds himself sitting in the tavern having a glass of wine, his feet up on the table and him leaning back in his chair... when the door opens up and a bedraggled, muddy shifter walks in.  "Hello?" she says, and immediately he drops the legs of the chair down onto all fours, before standing up and putting the glass on the table.  "You!  You're back!  What in the name of Dolurrh happened to you?"</blockquote>

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