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Post by Shadow on May 4, 2013 14:23:44 GMT
*She sighs with relief.*
...what should we do now then? Maybe we should look for the Silver Sanctuary?
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Post by Lufane on May 4, 2013 14:26:27 GMT
I don't know... the residents would not take kindly to the illuminated
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Post by Shadow on May 4, 2013 14:27:48 GMT
And I suppose you're going to tell me what the illuminated is, right?
*All of these new things are starting to confuse her.*
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Post by Lufane on May 4, 2013 14:30:18 GMT
Literally "Those of the Light": non-Shades. As of yet, I don't know if you are one of us
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Post by Shadow on May 4, 2013 14:31:58 GMT
Oh...well it's either that, we wait here for something random to happen, or we could go looking for Smirkenorff.
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Post by Lufane on May 4, 2013 14:34:05 GMT
I couldn't care less, but I won't want to stay inside... Not like this.
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Post by Shadow on May 4, 2013 14:40:46 GMT
Right, then I want to clear this Silver Sanctuary business up. It might explain why I knew the name of Goth.
*She looks to Autumn.*
Are you coming?
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Post by Autumn Valory on May 4, 2013 14:42:18 GMT
Now why would a veteran warrior want to miss out on an adventure?
*She smiles in a determined manner.*
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Post by Lufane on May 4, 2013 14:43:45 GMT
Okay then! We leave! Shadow, would you kindly lead us?
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Post by Shadow on May 4, 2013 14:45:34 GMT
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Post by Callimpsest on May 30, 2013 17:11:58 GMT
*Dal calls after the three of them.* Dal: We lock the door at midnight, so be back here by then if you wish for a bed tonight! *The customers who had been politely ignoring the trio's commotion now begin gossipping about it. There are also complaints by those who've been waiting for orders of food. Dal goes to the kitchen to investigate. From deep within the mess of the kitchen, Callimpsest waves at him.* The eggs are scrambled and the salads are tossed! Dal: So I see. Several more than were needed. Where's the beef stew? Oh. The beef stew. I'm sorry. I must have got carried away. Dal: The customers want meat. They won't be pleased. And I don't know what do with those tossed salads and scrambled eggs. *Dal hears the customers and sighs.* They're calling again. *Drassandre is listening in the kitchen doorway. She walks back to the dining area and clears her throat.* Drassandre: Your meals are on the way, folks, but the cook has asked me to warn you of the slight chance that - and we don't know how this could have happened, but it has - the slight chance that our beef stew may contain just the odd trace of pegathor meat. *Silence. Then the requests for salads start coming. There is quiet laughter in the kitchen. The librarian-turned-cook presses on.* [ModNote: Callimpsest next appears in Better Than A Dream.]
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