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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dragonwriter" data-source="post: 5615124" data-attributes="member: 54988">Jareth takes one of the offered beds, though his night is not a peaceful one. His sleep is troubled by twisted thoughts and visions of what has gone on and what is to come. A mass execution? War with both Treylor and Nandirly? His dreaming mind brings to the surface fears he would never acknowledge, regardless of how far-fetched they may be.In the morning, he rises slowly, mind still reeling from his miserable dreams. He speaks little during the morning, performing his exercises and meditation in quiet.When the food-bearers and their guards arrive, Jareth stands at the front of the group as they stand at a slight distance. The young man stands at ease, not caring one whit about the spears pointed at him and his allies. He calmly says "I know some of you are sure to speak Common, so please listen. Tell your superiors armed guards will not be needed. We are not here to cause trouble."</blockquote>