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Message: <blockquote data-quote="TwistedMindInc" data-source="post: 3740989" data-attributes="member: 39574">"Was the letter sent in urgency?" Vesta watches as the rest of the group falls in line, then peers around to ensure no one else is listening. "I don't know much, but this I can tell you.. this town needs a good group of brave adventurers to save it." She turns to climb the stairs behind the last person as she answers Yun. "Your wagon and horses can be stabled for free. Why I wish to meet in private is much more important than that.." The seven people ascend the stairs and spill out into a rather large quarters. A large four post bed, complete with a white netted curtain surrounding it, stands against the far wall. At the foot of the piece of furniture sits a trunk with a weathered cloak tossed haphazardly atop it. In the closest corner a round table flanked by two chairs, and upon one of these chairs an old man sits. He's grizzled and war worn, his stark white hair is buzzed tightly to his scalp. He looks up from his book as you enter, a smile quickly spreading out on his lips. "Vesta, these are our guests we've been awaiting?" His daughter nods and he claps his hand excitedly. "Welcome, welcome!" His blue eyes scan each individual. "Lessee.. you're easy, young lady." He points to the only woman in the group. "Jayla. Brin's niece." His eyes turn to Erik. "And you, the holy man, you must be Eric's father, yes? Your son was one of the bravest men I have ever served with. I truly miss him, you must be proud." Then his attention drifted to Vendan. "Volom's son, Vendan. He spoke of you. He always wished you would become a wizard." Yun was the next he looked to. "All most a spittin' image of your father. Welcome Yun!" A large hand rubbed over his goatee as she looked Nairb and Serin over. These two he was having a problem placing. "I'm sorry sons, I'm not sure on whom you two are. I know that Richard was one of your fathers, but.. which one.. I don't know. Care to help an old man out?" While her father makes impromptu introductions for everyone, Vesta receives the bowls of stew from Maridosen that has been lingering atop the stairs for some time. "You may go.." She urged the bar wench. Mari narrowed her eyes and then backed down the stairs. The bowls are handed out to those that didn't receive the gruel yet.</blockquote>

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