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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ahayford" data-source="post: 5954554" data-attributes="member: 6680745">You cannot see her mouth from behind her veil, but her eyes flash wickedly at you.Children, bring me mother’s desk. Our new friends and I wish to sign a contract.After a few minutes of shuffling and high pitched muttering, two short figures dressed in dirty rags emerge from the invisibility field carrying what appears to be a writing desk designed for a shorter humanoid...a gnome perhaps? Or a small human child? The dark creepers place the desk between you and their mistress with a deep thud that echoes throughout the stone halls. A third creeper drags a small chair behind him, placing it in front of the desk before scuttling back to the safety of the field.The desk seems simple enough. It appears to be constructed of a simple cherry wood, likely imported from the surface. A small copper reservoir is located on each each side of the desk, in the center of which is a lone silvery pin. A copper channel leads from each reservoir to a dry glass inkwell built into the hardwood. A stack of parchment sits in the center of the desk.The strange woman pushes the petite chair aside, and instead chooses to sit on the stone floor. She unwinds a small bit of fabric from her hand, exposing a finger tip. She delicately pricks her finger on one of the silvery pins without so much as a flinch. Her dark red blood runs down the length of the pin and flows down the channel to drip into the thirsty inkwell.I, Yuathyn, do pledge to grant the below signed free passage through my realm, save my personal quarters, in exchange for the below signed delivering unto me a cure to the disease which plagues me.In addition, I will serve as a negotiator with Stalker clan of Jzadirune on their behalf should they manage to slay the beast which haunts their territory.The words appear as if transcribed by a ghostly scribe on the top piece of parchment. As the letters appear, the blood level in the inkwell seems to slowly go down.Should the below signed fail to find a cure, they shall forfeit lives, as all oathbreakers deserve.Signed, Yuathyn.She motions to the first in your group and points to the pin on your side of the desk.If you wish passage, you will prick your finger and sign my contract. Quite a useful artifact these gnomes left behind. A contract that enforces itself....I require that all of your number sign.</blockquote>

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