<In which the Master Scribe returns a treasure to its rightful owner--we join our heroes moments after Valindra has received the grimoire.>

'Lines Written in Olgarda’s Grimoire'

[For Gimbolin]

You might not become a famous* witch
By studying our Olgarda’s sitch--
Her thoughts on curses and dark magic
Have led her to an end quite tragic.
Nevertheless, Gimbol, dear,
All the basic elements** are here.
And if a problem should arise:
The Gnomeburger taste of eyes,
Or strange things happen to the Rice,
--You know I love to give advice.

Garden Lady,
Ether renewal

* Forbidden word
** Forbidden phrase

P.S. Olgarda should not be underrated;
She has become sophisticated.
She's eaten many a famous* mage
Since the first or second age.

Valindra slams her bejeweled hand down upon the desk. Both the book and the desk jump.
Foggledonk looks at you.
You say to Foggledonk 'Oh, yes, yes . . . I . . . lost track. In all the excitement.'
Foggledonk says 'Perhaps Hibba will return soon. I do not know if time passes for it as it does for us.'
Valindra looks up from the sheaf of papers she'd been scanning.
Avenar says 'Well, Valindra, I'm glad I could return this. I know it was important to you.'
Valindra smiles imperiously, toadishly.
You say to Avenar 'That is why you are my most trusted general.'
You say 'And it seems we are to plan a wedding.'
You say 'How delightful.'
Avenar says 'Oh? I had not heard there were plans for such.'
You say to Avenar 'The Sausage Maker has yet to claim his prize. It says so right here.'
Valindra shoves a sheaf of papers at the Master Scribe. She giggles to herself as they circle Avenar's head in a dizzying display.
Foggledonk says 'I do not know the intentions of Dwiggans but it wouldn't surprise me in the least to take you as his bride.'
Avenar says 'Oh yes indeed. There was great speculation as to the seriousness of your prize.'
Foggledonk says 'He is unlike most paladins I've met.'
Foggledonk says 'Or dwarves I've met for that matter.'
Valindra muses 'You know, I once heard some say gnomes are the union between goblin and dwarf.'
Foggledonk throws back his head and cackles with insane glee!
Foggledonk says 'Are you my mother?'
Valindra eyes Foggledonk curiously.
You say to Foggledonk 'Would that surprise you?'
Foggledonk lets out a hearty laugh.
Foggledonk says 'Nothing about you surprises me.'
Valindra continues 'I have released many things into this world, but I would be most proud of you, Foggledonk.'
Foggledonk blushes.
Foggledonk wiggles his bottom.
Avenar says 'He is a good example for the Consortium, indeed.'
Valindra leans over to pinch Foggledonk's bottom with cruel, emerald fingers. Her exquisitely manicured nails almost resemble spikes.
Foggledonk says 'Even if you are not my mother, perhaps you would adopt me as such!'
Valindra seems a little startled when her fingers come away bloody.
Foggledonk says 'I do look up to you, after all.'
Foggledonk says 'Youch!'
Valindra says, looking down at her hands 'I did not mean to . . .'
Foggledonk rubs his rear.
Valindra looks momentarily confused. It passes quickly.
Foggledonk does a back flip. Then a forward flip. Sits down. Stands up.
Foggledonk says 'On that note.'
Foggledonk says 'I must be off!'
Foggledonk says 'I will work diligently on my sections of the Mystique!'
Valindra looks up from whatever reverie compelled her attention.
You say to Foggledonk 'Yes, yes. I see here that we move to publish soon.'
You say to Foggledonk 'I will look forward to our next audience, Foggledonk.'
Foggledonk says 'I will not let you down! Or Ilromie.'
Foggledonk bows before you.
Foggledonk hugs you.
Valindra seems oddly formal in her manner of address.
Foggledonk says 'Always!'
Foggledonk waves happily.
<MYSTIC> Glorwinda the Psi-Ascetic gossips: 'Farewell Foggledonk, may the winds guide you to a swift return.'
Foggledonk has left the realms.
Avenar says 'So much energy in such a small thing.'
Valindra looks up with some characteristic mischief returning to her eyes.
Valindra croaks 'Now that we are alone . . .'

You say 'Tell me how you found my grimoire, dear.'
Avenar says 'The Shadow Prince had just fallen in the Witch Wood.'
Avenar says 'We heard a great crack of thunder and a bolt of lightning streaked down from the heavens to the east.'
Valindra nods, her chins wobbling.
Avenar says 'I ran to see what had happened and on a hill, deep in the wood, this book lay unattended.'

read grimoire
This thick book looks well worn with age, though its leather cover has
remained supple if a bit timeworn. The pages within bear dark writings and
warnings. The words seem to move about of their own accord, making
assimilation impossible.
You recognize the tome in your hands - and it recognizes YOU.
The words upon the pages form into instances of logical meaning.

You say 'Could you read it?'
Avenar says 'I am uncertain if or how it relates to demons.'
Avenar says 'No, the words move on the pages...'
You say to Avenar 'Perhaps only that I should have been there . . . or was expected to be?'
Avenar says 'I had considered that.'
Valindra shows you the grimoire in her hands -- the spidery script has settled to legitimacy. She's opened it to a page titled 'Cholera.'
Avenar says 'It can be read now!?'
Valindra snaps the grimoire shut.
You say 'By its rightful owner, of course.'
Avenar says 'Of course...its owner...'
Valindra arches an eyebrow, quizzically.
You say to Avenar 'You have done well, Avenar.'

Peemo tells you 'I suppose I can collect my prize, finally.'
You tell Peemo 'I suppose you can, though I am sure you are most disappointed that it is not my hand inside that purse.'
Peemo tells you 'Very disappointed.'
Avenar says 'We have made an excellent team. Oddly.'
Peemo tells you 'Perhaps I can wager something with Dwiggins.. With his vowels of chasity and such.'
Avenar says 'I shall never forget your convincing me to take this path.'
Valindra smiles as a toad might, maw gruesome.
Avenar says 'It has led to this.'
You say 'A lovely day, yes.'
You tell Peemo 'I am not so sure. It's his consonants I'm looking forward to.'
You tell Peemo 'Meet me at the Rest, dear?'
You say to Avenar 'This Keeper wishes a prize.'
Peemo tells you 'I am on my way.'
You say to Avenar 'So I away to the bank.'
<The Trio return from their errand and to the Rest.>
Peemo sits down and rests.
Avenar says 'That was a lot of steps.'
Valindra collapses dramatically onto the sofa once more--this time, for Peemo's benefit.
where
Players near you in Holy Grove:
<PK> Peemo Main Hall of the Travellers Rest
<PK> Avenar Main Hall of the Travellers Rest
<PK> Vargan Restaurant
<PK> Valindra Main Hall of the Travellers Rest
You yell 'Patron, get out here.'
Peemo says 'Vargan is always stuffing his face yes?'
Peemo grins evilly.

Vargan walks in.
Vargan walks east.
Valindra croaks 'Liver alone!'
Valindra giggles as a toad might, girlishly.
exa grimoire
This thick book looks well worn with age, though its leather cover has
remained supple if a bit timeworn. The pages within bear dark writings and
warnings. The words seem to move about of their own accord, making
assimilation impossible.
It is a treasure made of skin and weighs 1 lbs.
You recognize the tome in your hands - and it recognizes YOU.
The words upon the pages form into instances of logical meaning.
Vargan tells you 'Why.'
Peemo says 'That or drowning at the bottom of a bottle.'
You tell Vargan 'Because I said.'
Vargan tells you 'Any reason or you still like to play the joker card?'
You tell Vargan 'If you think I'm a joke, you're sorely mistaken.'
Peemo says 'Well, I have some other business to tend to. I will see you two around sooner than later.'
Vargan tells you 'Like I should understand how your mood is..'
You say to Peemo 'Soon, dear. Attend me soon!'
<Peemo departs. Valindra and Avenar adjourn to the High Herald’s office>
Vargan tells you 'Sadly, heralds hardly care about they're patrons.'
Vargan tells you 'Trillian does..'
Vargan tells you 'I am just sad that I wasted time providing my poems to one.'
Vargan tells you 'With such ego.'
Avenar drinks water from a magical spring.
Avenar says 'I do wish we could fix our bank.'

Vargan tells you 'I was giving a wedding ring to you to store, but you took it as a proposal.'
Avenar says 'It still dispenses those quite worthless Scholar tokens.'
Vargan tells you 'I really think I should quit chasing a dream when given such unmature stance.'
You say to Avenar 'Yes. They should be worth a spot more, I think.'
You tell Vargan 'Watch that tongue of yours or I'll have it on my wall, dear.'
You tell Vargan 'You think to speak to your mistress so unkindly?'
You tell Vargan 'I am the worst witch this realm has ever seen, and I will have your heart or I will have your head.'
You tell Vargan 'You can choosse which to give me.'
You tell Vargan 'But I will take one regardless.'
Vargan tells you 'I am an old man for you.'
Vargan tells you 'Kinky how you get mad over nothing so easy..'
You say to Avenar 'Forgive me. The patron vexes.'
You say to Avenar 'He is too familiar.'
You tell Vargan 'You will obey me, Vargan. My will is manifest!'
Vargan tells you 'I just feel like I need rather be a lonesome, than destroy my soul.'
You tell Vargan 'What is left of your soul will be mine to consider.'
Vargan tells you 'Being friends is all I need.'
Vargan tells you 'No high hopes or nothing more to declare.'
You tell Vargan 'Do not think you can extricate yourself from my web.'
Avenar says 'Hia poetry was...direct.'
Avenar says 'As it were.'
Vargan tells you 'Hmm.'
You say to Avenar 'I am a fatuous cow to tempt the masses so.'
You say to Avenar 'But Valindra does love attention, yes.'
Avenar says 'Oh I'm aware.'
Valindra smiles as a toad might, the gesture much too large for her face. Part of it droops onto the desktop.
You say to Avenar 'Now that we approach publication, have you much left to add to the Mystique?'
Avenar says 'Can patrons be removed as patrons?'
Avenar says 'You'll never guess why I ask.'
Valindra recites 'Patrons who violate these rules of conduct may have their patronages revoked by any Herald . . .'
You say to Avenar 'I won't? Has Vargan vexed you too?'
Avenar says 'Indeed.'
You say to Avenar 'Use more words, dear.'
Valindra smiles wolfishly, toadishly.
Avenar says 'He seeks to end his patronage.'
Avenar says 'I do not know if this is possible beyond normal expiration.'
You say to Avenar 'He does not enjoy living under my thumb?'
You say to Avenar 'This can, of course, be arranged.'
You tell Vargan 'You seek to end your patronage so soon?'
Vargan tells you 'Yelling me to get out like that was not nice..'
You tell Vargan 'I was asking you to join us, fool.'
You tell Vargan 'And instead you shun your mistress!'
You tell Vargan 'Well, you want out? Then out you shall be!'

who
[ Illit ] <PK> Zstrxiq the Grand Spectre of Beguilement
[ Half ] <PK> Duchess Asara the Holy Matriarch of Healing
[ Human ] <PK> <HERALD> (Master Scribe) Avenar the Holy Patriarch of Healing, Master Scribe of History
[ Half ] <PK> Vargan the Grand Master of Larceny, Patron of the Tavern
[50 Gobln Inv] <PK> <HERALD> (High Herald) Valindra Skitterwit the Poetic Prognosticator, High Herald of Myth
[ Human ] <PK> Teraisus the Grand Master of Winter
Players found: 6
[KEEPER] The Balance prevails within the four kingdoms.
There are 6 characters on; the most on this past month was 17.

<HERALD> Odile the Crier gossips: 'Vargan has been barred from the tavern by Valindra.'

who
[ Illit ] <PK> Zstrxiq the Grand Spectre of Beguilement
[ Half ] <PK> Duchess Asara the Holy Matriarch of Healing
[ Human ] <PK> <HERALD> (Master Scribe) Avenar the Holy Patriarch of Healing, Master Scribe of History
[ Half ] <PK> (BARRED) Vargan the Grand Master of Larceny
[50 Gobln Inv] <PK> <HERALD> (High Herald) Valindra Skitterwit the Poetic Prognosticator, High Herald of Myth
[ Human ] <PK> Teraisus the Grand Master of Winter
Players found: 6
[KEEPER] The Balance prevails within the four kingdoms.
There are 6 characters on; the most on this past month was 17.

You say to Avenar 'That's that, dear.'
Avenar says 'Oh yes. That is one way.'
Valindra smiles, though she leaves little imprints upon the wood of her desk as she drums against it aggressively with her fingers.
Vargan tells you 'A moment..'
Avenar says 'Now you were asking about the Mystique.'
Valindra mutters under her breath, only snatches audible '. . Think that he can . . Why, I . . .'
You say to Avenar 'Yes, yes. Do you have more to contribute, or are you pleased with your offerings?'
Vargan tells you 'Best for me is to take a note to publish, but still unsure how should I act..'
Avenar says 'I believe the proper historical and poetic contributions have been made.'
Valindra nods, her chins wobbling.
You say to Avenar 'I must confess that I loved your poem. Which prize would you have chosen had I set my finger upon the scale?'
Valindra bats her eyes coquettishly.
Vargan tells you 'I need some more time to respond and think over.. helping a healer..'
You tell Vargan 'I have already rescinded your patronage upon your request.'
You tell Vargan 'You have offended me greatly.'
Vargan tells you 'And so have you me.'
Avenar says 'The answer to this riddle in my head.'
Vargan tells you 'More than imagine.'
You tell Vargan 'Do not presume to know the boundaries of my imagination, dear.'
Avenar says 'Every clear vision has come true. Except one.'
<HERALD> Odile the Crier gossips: 'Valindra has lifted the bar from the tavern on Vargan.'
Vargan tells you 'Offering your hand for the poerty contest winner.. while I was providing poetry to once I loved..'
Vargan tells you 'What should I think..'
You tell Vargan 'You may think on the many and various ways in which you will rectify your ignominy!'
Vargan tells you 'It is what it is.. do not be mad and just revoke my patronage.'
You tell Vargan 'You will please your mistress, or you will die trying! Do you hear me, Vargan?'
Avenar says 'Ascending Temple steps towards a gem of great power.'
Valindra nods, her chins wobbling.
Avenar says 'But of course I ask for the impossible.'
Vargan tells you 'I will never join back after that yell.'
Vargan tells you 'Ye yelled get out of the tavern I said why, and ye said cause you said so.'
Avenar says 'Although, maybe you though the same when searching for that book?'
Vargan tells you 'Thought patrons are more welcome.'
Vargan tells you 'I did not come into the rooms where I cannot be.'
You tell Vargan 'You fool! I told you -- I invited you to join me! You shunned me, and in front of the Keeper. I am mortified beyond belief!'
You say to Avenar 'We have never been known for our patience, dear.'
Avenar says 'I suppose that is true.'
You say to Avenar 'Of course you did not answer my question.'
You say to Avenar 'But you are more slippery than you look.'
Avenar says 'Did I miss a question?'
You say to Avenar 'I only teased to see which purse (or worse) you would have chosen had I named you the victor of my contest.'
Avenar says 'Priests are experts at dodging questions with impressive vocabulary.'
Valindra winks, or blinks, her tiny, button-sized eye.
You tell Vargan 'You are running on borrowed time, dear.'
You tell Vargan 'Think long and hard how you will please your mistress.'
Vargan tells you 'I know.'
tell vargan For I am quite vexed, and my heart and soul are black.
You tell Vargan 'For I am quite vexed, and my heart and soul are black.'
Avenar says 'Hmm purse, yes. I have built an impressive bank myself, but have found little use for coin these days.'
You say to Avenar 'Very well. Shall I decree that Vargan be harried to the end of his days?'
Avenar says 'I'm searching for things far greater than that.'
Vargan tells you 'It is not that easy.'
Avenar says 'That was another non-answer wasn't it?'
Valindra croaks 'I was here, all along, after all.'
Valindra holds a stubby, emerald hand to her forehead as she swoons woozily to the floor.
Avenar says 'If you refer to your hand...I gave it thought.'
Valindra breathes heavily from her slumped posture upon the office floor.
Avenar says 'But the gods...they are fickle.'
Valindra is slumped upon the floor, breathing heavily, as Avenar continues to pontificate.
Trillian glances at you.
You stand up.
Avenar says 'I know you revel in chaos but a Priest and a Goblin may have shaken the heavens themselves a bit more than I wished to tempt.'
Valindra dusts herself off as she finally stands from her melodramatic display upon the ground.
You say to Avenar 'The next time I throw myself at your feet, dear, help an old witch up, won't you?'
Vargan tells you 'I have waited enough in my life seems and seems also that this is not the right path.'
Trillian points at himself questioningly.
You tell Vargan 'I care little for philosophical inquiry. Atone, or face my wrath.'
Avenar suddenly realizes a grave error and his eyes go wide.
Trillian says 'Oh dear oh dear! Do catch me up!'
Avenar says 'Oh my Lady, I apologize!'
Vargan tells you 'Oh..'
Avenar helps dust of Valindra, carefully.
Vargan tells you 'Now this kind of apporoach..'
Trillian says 'I confess I was uncertain which type of lying she was about.'
Trillian giggles.
Valindra crosses to her desk with more grace than she usually musters. In fact, she verily floats. She gestures to the grimoire open at her fingers.
Vargan tells you 'It was your fault me to quit halls of patron for good so do not try to insult me any longer if you understands the words..'
You tell Vargan 'Give me your heart, dear, or I will take it and eat it.'
Trillian says 'I just have so many questions but I wouldn't want to interrupt proceedings. I'll be just over here.'
Vargan tells you 'My heart is empty, there is nothing inside it.'
Avenar says 'Hello Trillian, forgive my lack of introductions. Valindra has my mind running a million places.'
Trillian settles himself into a corner.
Vargan tells you 'Rather just leave me alone and we continue another ways.'
Valindra counts on stubby emerald fingers.
Trillian covers the room with golden dust.
Trillian starts glowing from the pixie dust.
Trillian rises off the ground.
Avenar starts glowing from the pixie dust.
Avenar rises off the ground.
Trillian bursts upright.
Trillian says 'Okay okay I yield. tell me everything!'
You say to Trillian 'Avenar has produced my grimoire, I have awarded the Keeper his prize purse, and I am considering harrying Vargan until the end of his days.'
Vargan tells you 'Tomoorow is another day..'
Valindra continues 'In fact, no one shall offer Vargan a return to patronage until I have decreed it so.'
Trillian says 'Oh my! what has he done?'
Avenar says 'That seems fair. His mind is particularly hard to gauge.'
Trillian says 'Is he quite jaded? The most jaded? Are there triangles? please tell me geometry is involved...'
Avenar says 'One day he pledges his life to the tavern, the next we are his enemy.'
Valindra fairly radiates a roiling malevolence as she considers the topic at hand.
You say 'He has spurned his dark mistress and asked to leave. I have granted his request.'
Trillian gasps in astonishment.
Trillian says 'And here I coddled him so.'
You stop holding a leather grimoire in your hand.
Trillian says 'Why I practically grew a teat to nurse him!'
Valindra nods, her chins wobbling.
Avenar says 'Every enemy of Valindra that I have known...vanishes. So, I tend to avoid such predicaments.'
You say to Trillian 'The time for coddling is at an end.'
Valindra's stubby, emerald fingers twitch as if hungry for pinches.
You say to Trillian 'Soon, you may be planning a wedding.'

note read 27
[ 27]: Dwiggans: Poetry Contest
Sat Jun 18 17:08:31 2022
To: Valindra
Dearest Valindra,

I'd like to have a word with ye face-to-face regardin' me victory in yer
poetry contest. Me hopes one o' these days the stars align and we get to
have some words.

Best,
Dwiggans, Sausage Smith o' Serin

note read 30
[ 30]: <HERALD> Valindra: Brideprice
Mon Jun 20 18:22:01 2022
To: Dwiggans
To the most esteemed maker of sausages,

You have yet to claim your purse or worse. I will not wear white,
but my smile may surprise you.

Am I yours?
VS
Trillian says to you 'Truly? I've been wondering.'
Avenar says 'Oh...so much pixie dust...'
Trillian says 'Just because it's formal doesn't mean it has to sparkle.'
Trillian says 'Although it probably should...'
Trillian sits down and thinks deeply.
Trillian hums merrily.
Valindra pages through the grimoire solicitously.
Valindra muses 'A curse for Vargan . . . hmmm?'
Trillian says 'What is this grimoire?'
Trillian gasps in astonishment.
Trillian slowly crumples to the ground and begins to weep.
Valindra says, paging through 'Dysyntery, diphtheria, donuts . . . we can do better than that.'
Trillian hides his face.
Avenar says 'The grimoire was recovered by myself during an adventure into the Witch Wood, fighting the Prince of Shadows. It belongs to Valindra, so I returned it to her.'
Avenar says 'Time will tell if that was the...correct course.'
Avenar says 'I mean...we are probably fine in this room.'
Valindra smiles again. The smile is so large that it spills over onto her desk. The effect is unsettling.
Avenar says 'But others...'
Avenar shrugs helplessly.
You say to Avenar 'Pfaw! I feel fine.'
You say to Avenar 'I feel . . . great.'
Valindra flexes her fingers experimentally.
You eat a plate of liver and onions.
Valindra smacks her lips with some measure of disdain.
You say 'Though one would like something a little more fresh!'
Valindra's eyes quest about the office for mor suitable refreshment. They eventually land upon the pixie.
Avenar lets out a hearty laugh.
Trillian says 'Oh dear what did I miss?'
You say 'Oh, nothing dear. One does, very occasionally, wish for better snacks.'
You tell Vargan 'Would you like to be a toad? Or a rat? Will you hide in Vevier's apronstrings when I deliver my curse?'
Trillian says 'So Avenar returned this book found on a demonic dragon to you?'
i
You are carrying:
a leather grimoire
(Glowing) the Light of Immortal Favor
a bottle of house wine
a brilliant lavender and green stone
(Humming) a book of living tales (open)
( 2) a cloud herb
a steaming cup of coffee
a white piece of paper
a ring of phantasms
(Humming) a trinket of Lady Luck
a mysterious bag of the Magi (open)
c id grimoire
Object 'grimoire leather ' is type treasure, material skin.
Extra flags: no_codex magic no_locate.
Made to be held.
Weight is 1 lb, value is 0, level is 0.
You show the results of your identify spell to Trillian instead.
Avenar says 'Technically it formed from a bolt of lightning, but yes.'
Vargan tells you 'I need some time to respond honestly..'
Avenar says 'No less dramatic of an origin.'
Trillian says 'And we think that wise?'
You tell Vargan 'Beware the patron who crosses his herald matron.'
Vargan tells you 'Did not know you can turn around into devil just like that..'
You tell Vargan 'Why, your timing is so fortunate, dear. Avenar has only returned my grimoire this morning. And I am feeling like myself again.'
Valindra slams a bejeweled hand upon her desk. Both the grimoire and the desk levitate for several long moments.
Vargan tells you 'I am over hald the age as you are right not.. and you try to judge?'
Avenar says 'I have followed Valindra's lead up to now. It is hardly my fault that the powers involved are becoming increasingly more dangerous.'
You say to Trillian 'Do you think it wise to speak such in front of your mistress?'
Vargan tells you 'Age does not matter.'
Valindra seems a little larger than a second before.
Vargan tells you 'Yet I really feel a bit weird this time ..'
Trillian says to you 'Do you think it wise to assume you're my mistress?'
Vargan tells you 'Why are we fighting.'
You demote Trillian to the rank of Chronicler.
You say to Trillian 'Very well, Chronicler.'
You say 'Out!'

Trillian giggles.
Valindra points toward the office door.
Trillian says 'So dramatic.'
You demote Trillian to the rank of Dilettante.
who
[ Human ] <PK> [KNIGHT] Sir Krask Iros the Wizard of the Astral Mind, Footman of Valour
[ Pixie ] <PK> <HERALD> (Dilettante) Trillian Triffle the Grand Spectre of Beguilement, Dilettante of Myth
[ Half ] <PK> Duchess Asara the Holy Matriarch of Healing
[ Human ] <PK> <HERALD> (Master Scribe) Avenar the Holy Patriarch of Healing, Master Scribe of History
[ Half ] <PK> Vargan the Grand Master of Larceny
[50 Gobln Inv] <PK> <HERALD> (High Herald) Valindra Skitterwit the Poetic Prognosticator, High Herald of Myth
[ Human ] <PK> Teraisus the Grand Master of Winter
Players found: 7
[KEEPER] The Balance prevails within the four kingdoms.
There are 7 characters on; the most on this past month was 17.

Trillian sits down and thinks deeply.
Vargan tells you 'If you want to attack me then say so..'
Trillian looks at you.
Trillian says 'Where is Hibby today?'
Vargan tells you 'I did not fulfill my dreams into that age, so why contionue on this task.. '
Valindra is suddenly the size of a large, green balloon. She hisses slowly as she deflates.
Vargan tells you 'Hardly none cares about a patron.'
Trillian pokes you in the ribs.
Trillian says to Avenar 'You don't find this at all concerning?'
Valindra croaks 'I have never met a Dilettante of Myth.'
You say 'Come closer, dear, so that I may inspect you.'
Trillian giggles.
Avenar says 'I have chosen my path carefully.'
Trillian edges closer to Valindra.
Valindra reaches for Trillian with stubby, emerald fingers.
You say to Trillian 'Closer.'
Trillian stares pointedly at the pouches at her waist.
Trillian hugs you.
Valindra grabs Trillian once the pixie is in range and shoves the creature into her mouth.
You tell Trillian 'The voice of Valindra echoes in your head once you enter her mouth: TRILLIAN, HELP!'
Vargan tells you 'Good night, day.. or however it will end.'
Trillian tells you 'How?'
Avenar says 'I...uh...WHAT.'
Valindra spits out the pixie in disgust.
Avenar says 'Valindra, please, he is struggling with grasping the seriousness of all this.'
Avenar says 'But let's maybe not consume him'
You promote Trillian to the rank of Chronicler.
You promote Trillian to the rank of Lore Keeper.
You say 'I tire of this farce.'
Trillian says 'Just a little bit of belief is all it takes.'
You say 'Attend me soon, for we have much to discuss--a wedding and a Mystique.'
<HERALD> Odile the Crier gossips: 'Farewell Valindra, may the winds guide you to a swift return.'