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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Aldern Foxglove" data-source="post: 5393513" data-attributes="member: 97308">The Marvelous Zantalus, Elven WizardMeanwhile...The Marvalous Zantalus was being faced with one of the trickier dilemmas of his century plus of life.  He liked children in the abstract, at a distance, but found the actuality of them rather disconcerting.Three of them were now staring at him, like wolves that had scented weakness and were closing in for the kill."Why 'ave you gotten pointy ears?"  Ask the smallest one, a creature he suspected was female due to the predominantly pink coloration of it's clothing - though this was hardly a given with show folk."I have pointy ears because that is how elves are made my dear, our senses are keener as a rule than humanities.""Why are you an elf?"  Chipped in the little snotty one, who Zantalus was fairly certain had a name like Angus - yes that was it Snotty Angus.  For a moment he caught himself mulling over th deeper philospophical meanings of this question, until he caught himself. "Because my parents were elves."  I must act now or I shall never extract myself, "Now children Rupert here," on que the ferret emerged from his robes blinking sleepily and regarding the young humans dubiously, "was just telling me that he did not think any of you were quick or clever enough to catch him.""Are to!"  Came several indignant replies as grubby hands reached for the ferret.  Zantalus raised a warding hand."No, no, children, you must count to twenty before you try to find him, and close your eyes tight while you do so."   To Zantalus's relief they complied, scrunching their eyes tight and beginning a faltering uncertain count.  Setting Rupert down he gave his familiar an apologetic glance, feeling Rupert's betrayal through their bond.  "Come now Rupert, I have faith in you.  Surely you can outwit a bunch of children?" He whispered.Whatever his feeling Rupert shot off between the carts vanishing from sight, Zantalus quickly following his lead and making a beeline for his own wagon where he intended to begin scribing another scroll he would need for the coming performance.</blockquote>

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