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<blockquote data-quote="Joshua Randall" data-source="post: 2461176" data-attributes="member: 7737">BerethaniBerethani's eyes widen as he enters the auditorium. His nervous, self-conscious mental chatter is awed into silence by the visual display of what can only be magic. [OOC -- I'll assume Berethan's Spellcraft and Knoweldge (arcana) checks were successful.]Once the briefing begins, Berethani quickly digs into his belt pouch, pulls forth some parchment, a quill, and ink -- and spends the next several minutes trying to figure out how to get the ink onto the quill without making a huge mess. &quot;Sorry... umm... that tunic isn't linen, is it? Just use some bleach and... umm... wait....&quot; Berethani sinks down in his chair, trying to look inconspicuous. Eventually, he gets the hang of it, and hurriedly jots down notes: Azari... Setna... Lindor... Storm Keep...When the time comes for questions, Berethani straightens up and tentatively raises his hand. Once he's called upon, he clears his throat, stands, brushes his hair back a bit, and then in a surprisingly firm and confident voice [OOC - high Charisma] asks the following:* How many of us will be going to Lindor? Everyone here?* Do the Men of Lindor know we're coming to help them?* Shouldn't an envoy be sent to the Dwarves to petition for aid from them, as well?* Finally, what sorts of enemies should we expect to face once we get there?</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Joshua Randall, post: 2461176, member: 7737"] [b]Berethani[/b] Berethani's eyes widen as he enters the auditorium. His nervous, self-conscious mental chatter is awed into silence by the visual display of what can only be [B]magic[/B]. [OOC -- I'll assume Berethan's Spellcraft and Knoweldge (arcana) checks were successful.] Once the briefing begins, Berethani quickly digs into his belt pouch, pulls forth some parchment, a quill, and ink -- and spends the next several minutes trying to figure out how to get the ink onto the quill without making a huge mess. "Sorry... umm... that tunic isn't linen, is it? Just use some bleach and... umm... wait...." Berethani sinks down in his chair, trying to look inconspicuous. Eventually, he gets the hang of it, and hurriedly jots down notes: [I]Azari... Setna... Lindor... Storm Keep...[/I] When the time comes for questions, Berethani straightens up and tentatively raises his hand. Once he's called upon, he clears his throat, stands, brushes his hair back a bit, and then in a surprisingly firm and confident voice [OOC - high Charisma] asks the following: * How many of us will be going to Lindor? Everyone here? * Do the Men of Lindor know we're coming to help them? * Shouldn't an envoy be sent to the Dwarves to petition for aid from them, as well? * Finally, what sorts of enemies should we expect to face once we get there? [/QUOTE]

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