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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Plane Sailing" data-source="post: 481107" data-attributes="member: 114">OK, we’ll all think about that.The party go off to enjoy the fair and to pay to sign up to various tournaments, after checking the programme of events. Anne-Marie enters the wrestling and Archery for the first day, while Trajan just goes for the archery. Arilyn and Dala both sign up for the prestidigitation show down, and Dala enters the summoning circle too.The wrestling match is a disaster for Anne-Marie. It appears that she is the only woman who has entered, and she is surrounded by cat-calls and rude suggestions. It must be quite off putting, as she crashes out in round two of the competition to a huge blonde borderlander.The archery competition is much more exciting. Both Trajan and Anne-Marie manage to shoot their way into the quarterfinals before being knocked out. After a disappointing morning Anne-Marie’s spirits are lifted a little. They lift a little more when a man dressed in finely cut noble silks introduces himself to her as they leave the field. His name is Jordan, and he has been very impressed by her skill at arms and her dark, sword coaster beauty. Can he invite her out for a meal this evening? By all means!While Arilyn retires early that evening, and Anne-Marie enjoys regal hospitality at one of the plushest restaurants in town, Trajan and Dala spend a little time wandering around the town. Much to Dala’s surprise, he is approached by a messenger bearing a scroll tube for him. Apparently it was given to the messenger by a woman in “bilious green robes”. As Dala thinks back, he is sure that he has noticed someone in that kind of robes from time to time during the day. He’s suspicious.Dala and Trajan retire into a darkened alleyway. “I know how to check this safely” says Dala, as he conjures a Formian worker in a puff of greenish smoke. “Open the scroll case” he commands.The Formian gazes at him, its head on one side, idly clicking its mandibles.It clicks its mandibles some more.Trajan laughs. “I don’t think it can understand you!”Cursing under his breath, Dala irritably dismisses the Formian, but he can’t stay angry for long, as the ridiculousness of the situation stands before him. Dismissing his earlier fears he opens the scroll case and finds a scrawled message inside.the gate swings open and the bell tolls but without a guide we are lost without a centre we must fall will you help us will you guide us we sense you are closer to the door than us meet us in the old book shop on elm streetVigdis Hmmm.The two of them march off to find the local militia office, and are quickly directed to a building run by the Artisans Fist, the local police enforcers who are paid for by the merchants and shopkeepers. Dala informs them of the likelihood that a bunch of evil cabalists who are interfering with things man was not meant to know are probably holed up in the bookshop on Elm street. He neatly avoids any mention of the fact that he himself is also interfering with things man was not meant to know.The Artisans Fist are interested in the information and promise to look into it.</blockquote>

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