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Message: <blockquote data-quote="El Jefe" data-source="post: 2842806" data-attributes="member: 19990">Who ordered the quiche?[sblock=Enialis, Ryland: ]Although it was growing late in the day for most commerce, Eppy was still at the business, apparently working hard to get things in order after Furlong's passing."Oh, there you are", she exclaimed with relief at the sight of the pair.  She gulped and continued, "We have an unexpected visitor, and I was worried that I'd have to deal with him all by myself.  I told him we were closed, but he insisted on staying.  He gave me this."  Eppy presented a hand-lettered business card.[sblock=Whoever examines the card: ]It reads simply, "Jobe Brimbor, Gentle-elf".  It is also perfumed...the aroma is reminiscent of gardenias.[/sblock]Eppy gestured with her eyes, and the pair beheld an effeminate, foppish elf rising to greet them.  He bowed slightly, and asked rhetorically, "May a stranger offer condolences for your partner's unfortunate death?"  Without another word, he proceeded through the door which Eppy had neglected to close into what was once Furlong's inner office.  Ryland and Enialis glanced at each other, then followed him in.They found him waiting, respectfully, for them to find their seats before claiming his.  As he nervously fondled his ornate cane, he asked, "Would you know if there is any relationship between Mr. Archer's demise and that of one Flodal Thursby?"[/sblock]</blockquote>