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Message: <blockquote data-quote="BoldItalic" data-source="post: 6778630" data-attributes="member: 6777052">BoldItalic stirred the fragments of vase with the end of his staff and mumbled something. The pieces re-assembled themselves and the vase was intact again. He didn't expect any thanks for it, he just thought it looked a nice old vase and it seemed a shame to see it lying there in pieces. So he was somewhat taken aback by what happened next.Whether the princess was caught in the backwash of his magic or whether something spontaneously went 'click' in her brain we will never really know, but her demeanour suddenly changed. She switched from "spoilt brat" to "regal hostess" in about 14 milliseconds. She advanced on BoldItalic and held out her hand, palm down, fingers slightly spread, in the manner of one who expects it to be kissed by a dutiful subject and BoldItalic, being vaguely aware of court protocol, did so. Her hand tasted of rose-water and chalk."Why Mr. Italic," she gushed, "it's so nice to meet you, I've heard so much about you. Do you know my great aunt Agatha? I'm sure you do, she knows all the famous wizards. It's so clever of you to magic the vase together again, look, Rylni, see what Mr. Italic has done? You must take it as a gift, no, no, I insist, it's yours. And you must call me Infántilë, I'm sure we're going to be great friends. Did you have much trouble getting here? If you had sent ahead, I'm sure daddy would have send the carriage, wouldn't he, Rylni?"She rattled and in that vein for several paragraphs seemingly without drawing breath until Rylnethaz laid a gentle hand on her arm and said "My dear, we ought to let the gnomes get back to their work, they are waiting to be dismissed, and should we not arrange to talk to your father this afternoon? When do you think would be a good time?"She gazed at Rylnethaz almost in awe for a moment, then grabbed him by the hand and practically dragged him out of the room through a side door which led into a covered passage that connected with other parts of the citadel.BoldItalic was left in the room with Clotbert and Fingers. "Some good stuff in here," remarked Fingers. "What do you reckon the vase would sell for?" "It's not for sale," said BoldItalic, turning the vase over and reading the maker's inscription on the base. Then his face went suddenly white when he realised what he was holding. "This is not just valuable," he said with a shaky voice, "It's priceless. It was made thousands of years ago by a legendary elven potter called Elodíniel in the lost kingdom to the west. This might be the only one of its kind still in existence. Half a kingdom wouldn't buy one of these now.""And she gave it to you, just like that?" exclaimed Fingers. "Do you think she has anything else to give away, to loyal and devoted servants like, say, the occasional halfling?""And Sir Rylnethaz smashed it without a thought?" put in Clotbert, "I'm sure he didn't know it was quite so valuable. Am I mistaken or does it not radiate a little magic, still? And is that an inscription around the side? I'm afraid I don't read ancient Elvish, do you?"BoldItalic peered at the writing around the side of the vase. It seemed to be a special phrase of some kind, but it wasn't immediately obvious what it meant. He tapped the vase experimentally with his fingernail and it rang quite loudly, like a bell with delightful musical overtones. "I'm glad that being broken and mended hasn't ruined its tone," he said, "But the writing is strange. It seems to say 'Alómerian Quen Ty Bérian' but .."He didn't finish what he was saying, for suddenly the vase glowed with an inner light that seemed to penetrate every corner of the room. It revealed something truly shocking, for perched on a ledge outside one of the windows was, not a raven, but a snarling and twisted demon that screeched and threw up scaly arm to protect itself from the elvish light.Clotbert was the quickest to react.</blockquote>

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