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Message: <blockquote data-quote="BoldItalic" data-source="post: 6812058" data-attributes="member: 6777052">BoldItalic went back to his chambers, high up in the north tower, and worried. He paced around the room for some minutes, to and fro, to and fro, like a caged animal in a zoo. He worried about what was the right course of action. Eventually, he came to a decision of sorts but he didn't like it. It was going to be very risky. He worried about what would happen if it went wrong. He worried about what would happen if it went right, which was nearly as bad. Basically, he just worried.He wasn't normally prone to anxiety but that moment when the goddess spoke to him in the shrine had quite unsettled him. It wasn't so much what she said, it was that she had said it to him. He clung briefly to a spark of hope that perhaps she had mistaken him for Clotbert. But that spark soon went out. Goddesses didn't make that kind of mistake. He was the king's vizier. The pronouncement was directed to him and him alone.He tried to dodge the issue. He sat down at his writing desk, picked up a quill, put it down again, picked it up again and finally reached for a small square of parchment and began to draw a complex diagram, full of circles, lines and strange sigils. He stared at what he was seeing. He didn't like it. He turned it round, he turned it upside down, he turned it back again. He tried using a different quill. Then he sighed, and pushed it away. It merely confirmed what he was already thinking. He swore and stood up.He sent a short mind-message to Rylnethaz and received an equally short reply. Then he called out loud for his hat and cloak. Unseen hands brought them and put them on, the hat on his head and a newly-embroidered cloak around his shoulders. Satisfied, BoldItalic went downstairs and crossed the courtyard to the hall. He helped himself to a large goblet of elven wine to steady his nerves while he waited for the others to arrive. This was going to need tactful handling and magic wasn't going to be a lot of help.They were going to need Fingers.</blockquote>

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