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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Telsar" data-source="post: 1597670" data-attributes="member: 18837">Searching the grounds around the burned-out building, Gwyn doesn’t find much to tell him of the identity of the groundskeeper.  Hidden in the pile of branches [Search rolled 10+6=16] is a large wooden box with various small weapons: hammers, daggers, a pick, a sickle, and a hand axe.  Although not gardening tools, they apparently have been used as such by the soil that can be found on them.  On the side of the box is written the words “These are not toys!  Don’t touch!” in common.The headstone is a simple piece of stone, but elaborately engraved, with the words “Here lies Cleric Donaldo.  His mission failed, but his lifetime a success”.  There are tracks throughout the yard, including the grave, that appear to be human, but as he approaches the doors, he sees no tracks leading to them.  Apparently whoever’s been cleaning up didn’t consider the building safe either.  Which makes it that much odder when Gwyn hears a shuffling noise coming from inside the building.In the voyeur closet, Accalon’s eyes have adjusted to the dark enough to tell Loni’s facial expressions.  When Ezuvial whispers something to Aeweth, her confused expression tells him that she couldn’t hear what was said either.  When Ezuvial casts his spell, Loni noticeably trembles, letting out a small squeak of surprise, a noise that apparently no one in the room notices during the droning of the incantation.  Loni looks to Accalon, holding him, her concerned expression indicating she and her sisters were depending on him, if this bodyguard was indeed who had cast spells on them.In the room, Heliah is getting a little nervous.  “A spell?  You didn’t tell Brie anything about casting spells.”  Ezuvial smiles calmly at the girl.  “You’re frightened.  I assure you, the spell only serves to make our time together more enjoyable for you.  But why so scared?  I know for a fact I’m not the most frightening client you’ve ever had.  Did Madame Brie tell you spellcasters were dangerous?”He again approaches close to Rhesa/Aeweth/Felari, whispering “What has Brie been telling her?  She really needs to calm down.  I can… help her become calm, but if it fails to work, I’m afraid of how she’ll react.  Please, if you can, talk to her.  Get her to trust me.  So that when I cast another spell, she doesn’t do something foolish.  We wouldn’t want that, now would we?”  He smiles, that same no-guile smile he seems to favor her with a lot.  “We’re all friends here.  Or at least we should be.   And as for what I am,” his hand caresses Felari’s hair (coincidentally at the same time as Accalon strokes Loni’s), “I’m a servant of what’s right.  As you should be.  Please, calm her down.  Then perhaps you can tell me what you and your allies are doing here.”</blockquote>

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