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Message: <blockquote data-quote="SeaPainter" data-source="post: 4690455" data-attributes="member: 79349">"Errr... very well, Good Elf. I trust the quality of your word, as you have bled for it... oh, which reminds me..." he pulls back his cloak once again to pull a free a satchel, which he commences to drop on the tabletop. "No... no, certainly not. I fear my family was... No... she means nothing now." "Very well. She was like a summer rain, flowing down from the heavens... she didn't just shower you in her Love... it was as if she meant to drown the world with it" He pauses to reflect, the shadow of a smile tracing across his lips. "She saw the best in others, and they treated her as a trusted friend..." he touches her cheek in the portrait, "I remember that as she posed for this, she chatted away with the artist as if they were old schoolchums... yet, they'd never met before that day. She was just like that..." The faraway look leaves Reggie's eyes, "It was impossible not to fall in love with a woman like that... but I see now that I may have acted in haste. My feelings are not important in this matter. It is not necessary that Gwendolyn return... just the ring." [sblock=Kamotz]<a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1960370/" target="_blank">Reggie seems sincere</a>, and you know yourself to be an excellent judge of character.[/sblock] [sblock=OOC to all, but Morvannon]Make either a History or Streetwise check (with a +2 from Morvannon... also an additional +2 if you have training in both skills, and another +2 if you're from Bacarte)[/sblock]All color drains from Reggie's face. "I... I..." He starts looking left and right... looking at the door, as his breathing begins to increase visibly. "I... Well, I... Yes, I... ummm..." He stands, and promptly sits back down... hard. He knocks the wind out of himself, momentarily, from the impact, which seems to gel his thought process.  He makes a fist with his hand, and slams it down on the tabletop... the signet ring is now plainly visible to all. "This damn ring... I knew it would give me away... damn thing. Can't take it off... then they'd know... they'd know, and they'd come find me... get it together, Reg... you're starting to sound like that crazy dwarf..." He runs his fingers through his hair, smoothing it back... gathering himself. When he finishes, he places his hands palms down on the table, and looks at the group. "You ask why I've come here for help? ...because I can't go to my family for it, and I was led to believe that this is where one goes to buy it." </blockquote>

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