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Message: <blockquote data-quote="hippocrachus" data-source="post: 2966228" data-attributes="member: 14148">Following the Music“A toast! To Justice!” Ali’shaun touches the rim of his wine glass to that of the wizard assassin’s sitting beside him. Cithara meets the toast with a full-lipped grin. “There’s nothing more poetic!” he says and takes a sip. He launches the still-full glass at the iron golem standing guard silently in the corner. Yes, Radcliff still had his uses.“The Spellguards will be able to trace the gate back to here…” she remarks on the magical door she used to travel from Silverymoon to the Rashemen border.“What can they do? Start a war?” He laughs bitterly. “Let them come; I have more important things to worry about. With the Tyrrans out of the picture, the ogre mage’s phylactery is as good as mine. That is if that fool boy stops dawdling and retrieves it!” An unseen servant brings him another glass of wine.“He may prove loath to part with it; if it’s as powerful as you say…”“It is,” he states, giving her an annoyed sideward glance. “To think, my mere presence near the rift could create the tear that would ruin the whole of Toril.”“Are you sure your apostate won't now?” she asks, taking pleasure in weaving doubt into her teacher’s schemes.“If he would stop taking his damn time about it… No. He is still too weak to force the block free. And the phylactery will prove too great an oddity for him to willingly destroy. As if he could. He will bring it from the caves and I will take it from him. It is as easy as that.” He looks at Cithara with malicious suspicion. “Stop it.”“Stop what, Master Ali’Shaun?” she asks, feigning innocence.“Don’t you have someone to kill? I’ll contact you again when I need you. You are dismissed.” Cithara rises with a smirk on her face and rolls her eyes as soon as her back is to the lounging Circle Leader.“What about the token?” she asks, fingering the small golden coin in her pocket; the token needed to cast magic unhindered in Silverymoon.“Keep it. I can have more made.”~ Sabriel ~The two-and-a-half day ride to Silverdown from Silverymoon goes smoothly, with special thanks to the Tyrran foot soldiers Sabriel meets heading in the opposite direction. Father Braggi, a half frost giant and the leader of the battalion, stopped her to ask the usual questions, but sent her on her way with his blessings. Far be it from him to stop an official envoy of Silverymoon. When Sabriel enters Silverdown through the west “gate,” more like a fence with half-built watch towers on either side, it is closing in on sunset.Enellienen, a High Harper in Silverymoon, gave specific directions to Sabriel to search out the “Surreal Harpist,” where Syrriel was playing at being a store clerk and mayor.The nice young Tyrran at the gate points Sabriel down the main road, towards the local garrison and blacksmith. The Surreal Harpist is close by.</blockquote>

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