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Message: <blockquote data-quote="J. Alexander" data-source="post: 2360202" data-attributes="member: 28453">AngeloAs Angelo is preparing the chicken in the kitchen, he gets the distinct picture of a fish in his mind, but brushes it aside as his he is preoccupied with the 1001 little details about his upcoming journey. After hurridly packing a bag, and saying good bye he set off down the farm road to the main highway. Upon reaching the highway he turns north towards the City of Brightlaw and it's Port. From here he can go either overland or by sea depending on which way the winds of fate blow him. It is not very l ong into his jouney that Angelo begins to hear a genlte purring from the cat. Looking down, he finds his new found charge contendly stretched across the saddle and soudly sleeping. The raven flies ahead and keeps him posted as to the traffice, but nothing except carriages and wagons are on the road, most of which are headed into the city for the daily markets. After several hours, Angelo comes to the Great Gate and is challanged for entry by the Gate Guard. "Who asks leave to enter the City of Brightlaw, Seat of the his Grace Anthony the XX!.</blockquote>