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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Fingolfin" data-source="post: 204599" data-attributes="member: 4440"><p>Vorgoth tinkers with the crystal hanging around his neck and looks back up at Bernlin with a mournful face.  "I heard Zaar speak of this friend that was enslaved by that vile curse, and he blamed himself for not being there to prevent it.  He tried to correct it or help him at least control his own thoughts, but he was never fully successful.  Perhaps now i know why he wanted me to continue in his absense.  Master Wizard, I accept this task and i hope that your faith in me is not misfounded.  Anything that prevents this mission's success will meet my blade."  Vorgoth's hair stirred slightly as he spoke as if a numb wind had blown it vertically and then settled again as he stopped.  He looks over at the table with the half-elves and telekinetically pulls a bottle of wine to him, then throws 2 small nuggets of gold to them.</p></blockquote><p></p>