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Message: <blockquote data-quote="s@squ@tch" data-source="post: 4678709" data-attributes="member: 42885">"My thanks, brother." His physical ailments assuaged, Marot still bore the mental wounds that afflicted the shifter as well.[d] a [/d]Later in the day, Marot finds himself seated at the tavern commontable, across from Jarrith.A full tankard of mead in front of him, and several empties cast off to the side."Seems like everytime we gather together important objects in this realm, a portion of them escape through of fingers like grains of sand...""We lost the tome to the Claw a few days back, and then we lose one of the artifacts from the fane the other night."He ponders that for awhile before speaking again."You know, we haven't ran into the Claw in the past few days -- I'd be surprised if it stays that way.""Plus, now we have to figure out where the last artifact was taken."The voices in the back of Marots head swirled once again, echoes of various voices were heard to be saying in ghostly unison,"The Castle..."</blockquote>