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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Aldern Foxglove" data-source="post: 5394274" data-attributes="member: 97308">The Marvelous Zantalus, Elven Wizard and Stone Cold FoxEntering his wagon Zantalus takes a fresh seat of parchment and sets it down upon the desk that takes up half of the space - as an elf he has no need of a bed afterall.He spends a few minutes tweaking the tip of his right ear - almost permanently ink stained - as he considers what he needs to add to his array of scrolls. An Enlarge Person perhaps?  Or maybe a Disguise Self?  Hmmm.There was a knock at the door and Zantalus sighed as Sheria - the matronly (human) bear tamer and the bearded ladies understudy - with the aide of some strong glue and artistry."Zanty darling!  You really must let me take care of you more, you need more light, you will blind yourself squinting at those  squiggles."  She cooed placing a pie down upon his parchment.  Confounded woman.He sighed heavily, "Sheria I am an elf we see better than you humans, and I am one hundred and seven years old. I really do not need taking care of.  Especially by someone young enough to be my granddaughter."  And boosomy enough to suffocate one of her bears."Oh, Zantykins you old charmer you.  You say the sweetest things."  Sheria tittered.  He buried his face in his palms.  Zantykins? Infuriating woman.  "Don't be shy now my love, I was thinking we could..." "Actually I was hoping you could help me practice my act my dear." Curses I must refrain form offering anything that could even loosely be deemed a term of endearment, the fool woman will take it as a proposal of marriage.  He withdrew the silly silver pendant he used in his act and raised his eyebrows in hopeful inquiry."Oh you devil! Of course you can practice on me, you can do anything you like wi..."  Sheria replied fanning herself with her hand."Ah, splendid splendid, now close your eyes.  Excellent, now listen to the sound of my voice, imagine yourself surrounded by clean white feathers staring up at a starry sky that sweeps away to infinity. Now Thgil Aekil Tuo!  Sleep!" He intoned, pulling out a pinch of sand and rose petals and scattering it as he stood.  Hmm, the rose petals might have been a mistake, but then they are far easier to keep on one's person than live crickets - besides Rupert always eats my insects.As Sheria's snores echoed throughout the wagon Zantalus swiftly snatched up his lap desk and scribing supplies and fled to seek a secluded spot...  Not my proudest moment.</blockquote>

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