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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Aust Thale" data-source="post: 7488749" data-attributes="member: 6804768">Vale And The Party...~ Ah...festivities. ~The unusual cool air of the late summer felt good on Vale's skin.  He had spent the lion's share of time over the last ten months crafting magic items and working in the kilns in of one of the buildings near Abigail's tower.  Most of that time had been cool, cold, or some version of comfortable.  Even the summer had been mild.  The weather was quite lovely for the time of year.  Although he remained at the periphery of the crowd and away from the receiving line, he nonetheless mingled.  ~ Lords and ladies, clerics and soldiers, merchants and adventurers-for-hire, all in a social mood for festive libations and fine food. ~ Vale approached one of Dewydd's retainers, a particularly dour and butlery fellow with a singular mind and lacking in any sense of humor, "My name is Vale Stonegallows, and I wish to present my gift to Lord Moresby.  It is magical in nature, and it is of special import.  Please see that he receives it.  "The dour fellow, clearly annoyed with the dwarf, replied curtly, "Certainly Mr. Stonegallows", taking the gift on behalf of Dewydd, "May I ask what it is?""I would rather not spoil the surprise, but it is a magical undershirt whose mundane component is not mundane at all, but a finely tailored undergarment by Felwin Umziver, Gnomish Tailor Extraordinaire.  Please see that Lord Moresby receives discreetly and sooner rather than later.  Thank you."And with that, Vale Stonegallows retired to the terrace with a rather indiscreet large bottle of elven wine, an equally formidable mug of ale, and an even more formidable well-crafted wooden pipe with a pouch of mixed mountain smoke-weed and coastal tobacco.  Entertained as he was by Tam's perplexed people-watching, he became increasingly unaware of the nuanced social dances and battles being waged inside, finally succumbing to a full own drunken stupor and carried back to his quarters by two more of Dewydd's retainers who were most amused as the drunken dwarf.</blockquote>

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