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Message: <blockquote data-quote="nonamazing" data-source="post: 2686874" data-attributes="member: 12118">Glar stands near the entrance for a few minutes--just to the side of the door, of course, so as not to be in anyone's way.  A few drops of rain slide off of his cloak.  He clutches the mysterious letter in his hands, and pauses to read it over as the looks around the room.  For a moment, his eyes fall upon the small puddle of watery golden paint forming beneath the tavern's door.  With a sudden burst of youthful whimsy, Glar dips his fingers into the paint, then runs them along the length of his staff, tracing faint golden lines across it.  The patterns are abstract, mere waving lines, but Glar fancies that they resemble the graceful motions of a bird in flight, and he smiles to himself as he thinks: Ha!  Perhaps in this way the golden songbird will fly--and sing--once again.As he turns around, Glar discovers that his odd behavior has caught the attention of a few of the tavern's patrons, whose glares are a mixture of confused curiosity and mild annoyance.  Glar blushes out of embarassement and pulls his hood a bit tighter.Suddenly, Glar notices an armored woman sitting at the round table near the back corner of the tavern.  She's got long, dark hair!  Could she be--  Then Glar spots the travellers sharing the woman's table.  If she's the woman I heard about, the one who was the last person seen with the missing men, then those people might well be--gulp!--her next victims!Glar stands paralyzed with indecision for a moment or two.  What should I do?  I've got to try and help those people...  My only chance is to try and figure out what she's up to--and then maybe I'll be able to stop her!The young human carefully makes his way across the tavern, nervously trying to dodge between the waving arms of the various patrons.  When he reaches the far table, he waves and stammers nervously, "Umm...greetings, uh, fellow travellers.  I'm Gl--I mean, um, my name is Dorn, I'm from the north, um, is-it-okay-if-I-sit-here-I-brought-some-wine?"  The last part of Glar's sentance is all rushed together in a single breath.  Eyes downcast, he fumbles in his bag for a moment before producing a old-looking bottle of blueberry wine and setting it nervously on the table.  "My, um, grandfather always said a good bottle of wine is the best way to make friends out of strangers," Glar says, smiling nervously.Glar takes a chair.  He looks warily over at the armored woman.  She doesn't look like a dangerous fiend--is that Lathander's symbol on her shield?--but the temple master always warned me that appearances can be decieving.  Turning to her, Glar says aloud, "So, um, noble Lady--do you come here often?"  He then blushes furiously as he realizes just how stupid what he said must seem.  "Er...I mean, have you ever been here before?"[SBLOCK]Glar is pitiful at hiding his emotions.  Nysa (and anyone else at the table) can easily see how very nervous the boy is.  In particular, he seems to be literally afraid of Nysa.[/SBLOCK]</blockquote>

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