Balasar seems to deflate slightly.

"I see... that sounds... interesting. So, mostly just busy work and fetching things? Oh well. Thank you for your help. You know, I am working on learning darkness spells if you know anyone who has some they're willing to share. I am working on getting some things for Kethri to learn one, but if you know of anyone else with any spells of that sort, that'd be of great help."

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As the fox reaches the city gates, a guard steps in her path.

"Excuse me miss. You should stay within city limits. It's still dangerous beyond the walls. We've got Leib Olmai pushed back a bit but it's still risky." He sighs. "It's still your choice... I just... Wouldn't recommend it."

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The young member sighs. "Well... It's a lot of busy work for the lowest ranking members. Cleaning, organizing, and fetch jobs. Like getting components for the guild and things of that nature." He shrugs. "I'm only a full fledged member as of a few months ago myself and they posted me at the desk. Since you're one of the heroes... I imagine they'll send you to gather things most likely. And helping to cast rituals is also another way to help out. If you possess that knowledge."

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The lightning Draconian bursts out of Zuiigri's house and heads straight for the Mage's Guild, weaving between the people in her path and trying not to trample them. 

She heads inside and briskly approaches the front desk. She slams two gold pieces onto the counter, snapping the Mage's Guild member out of their work. They look up at her as she reaches beyond and snatches the quill from his hand, which he immediately begins protesting, and then swipes a blank parchment. She tears it in half and then scribbles a quick message before shoving quill and parchment back into the members face.

"I need you to send this. Right now. It's urgent." Storm inhales and exhales deeply, trying to keep her breathing under control.

The young mage looks at the parchment in his face and takes it from her. Then he stands and swipes the two gold off the countertop. 

"Please, follow me." The mage says and leads Storm over to send the missive.

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As soon as the missive is sent, Storm exits the Mage's Guild and disappears into the crowd in the streets.

Standing a few feet from the Mage's Guild doors, an elf with long blonde hair watches Storm leave the Mage's Guild then turns on heel and heads in the opposite direction.

 

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Balasar smiles back.
"You know what... you actually could. I'm a new member and could use a little bit of help understanding what I can do to go up in ranks around here. You've been around here longer than me, so I could do with a few pointers."

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[The missive sends successfully and I have deducted 6 silver from your bank]

The young mage's guild member returns Balasar to the front desk and smiles. "Was there anything else I could do for you?"

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[Sent! ]

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The young man nods. "I'm sure we can."

He stands from his seat and steps around the desk, then gestures towards the hall. "Please, come with me and we'll deliver your missive."

[OOP: I can deduct the silver from oracle for you. Just submit a ticket with the missive information and who it is being sent to. He's  working on setting up missives for you guys! Remember that you can only send a missive to someone if you have met them and know their name.]

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Balasar gives a polite nod.
"Yep, I haven't been a member for too long, but it's nice to know I still get a discount. I really do hope this situation can settle down some day soon and life can finally return to normal. Owl feathers probably wouldn't be in such short supply if owls themselves weren't in short supply."
He then looks through his coin pouch while continuing to speak.
"I do have an owl feather, but I'm trying to save them up for something currently. Would you be able to break a mithril?"

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The young man at the desk lifts his head from the parchment he's scribbling on. "Oh. Uh. Certainly. You're new right? But still a member. Normally it's a gold piece to send a missive what with components being so hard to find. But for us members, it's 6 silver." He leans forward and lowers his voice. "But that's just because of how hard it is to get components. It's normally not this expensive."

He sits back again. "Unless you have the component yourself? It's an owl feather."

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After finishing with his work in the Mages Guild, he heads over to the counter where one of his fellow members is working. He straightens out his clothing before he speaks, holding a letter in one hand and a mostly hidden discomfort in his expression.
"Hello, I need to send a missive if you would be able to do so for me."

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She looks down at the plate with mesmerization. After looking at them both, slightly bowing to imply simple gratitude, she begins gorging down the food. Small, fox-like snickers escaped her vocal chords as she chowed down on the warm meat. Her ears move underneath her hood, shifting upright, and her tail gains a gentle sway.

She finishes it all quite quick, licking her lips. Her eyes travel along the wolf creature beside her.

" Thank you…truly” she finally takes a couple quick seconds to look in his eyes, this doesn't last long.

After this time of consideration, she scoffs a little, standing up. “I will be back, wait here.”

The least she could do was repay them with a tad more food abundance. After all, she had enough experience hunting to be able to capture a few rodents in a small hike.
She knew she couldn't trust these strangers with any sort of confirmation about who or what she was, but they did give her a touch of kindness. She had to seem somewhat thankful.

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The mage's guild member nods and accepts the stack of letters. "Right. Follow me then."

He leads her back to the circle for phantom missives. 

About an hour and a half later, all the missives are sent.

The mage's guild member returns to the front desk, escorting Vesta and her companion back to the front of the guild hall. "Is there anything else I can assist you with today, ma'am?"

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The barkeep slides the coins off the counter into his apron and then retreats behind the curtain to the kitchen once more.

A minute goes by before he returns with a plate. On it is a rabbit thigh and a bit of bread. He sets it on the counter and slides it over to the beastkin.

"Ain't got much since we ain't had no trade. But we got rabbit at least." He wipes off his hands on his rag and turns to head down the bar to the next customer.

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Zuigrii looks at the bowl on the bar. He pulls out some coins and puts them out to the bar keeper. “If you have anything fresher to eat, I’d appreciate it.”

He turns back to the person seated at the bar. “I know Beastkin are more solitary typically but we’re facing a time where banding together is more and more necessary. My name is Zuigrii. I’ve helped beastkin who have traveled through before and I don’t mind doing it again. What do you need?”

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Her focus was bombarded by an oddly intimidating scent. Quickly she looked beside her to see this large, wolf life creature. What?...what..is he?
She didn't think there were others like her.
Her fur rose, and her pupils narrowed. She looked down, not wanting to face him directly. She just nodded, trying to piece together how anything here was possible.

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After a bit of thought, she nods to him subtly, although her intentions were quite the opposite. She planned to take what she could and leave. This was an unknown, grey area she did not wish to play around with.
She couldn't trust people. Not anymore.

Looking down at the odd…muted pantone colored stew, she picked up the worn metal spoon and stirred it weakly. Hesitantly, she brought a small tasting to her lips. Her eyes got slightly wider, she looked up at the barkeep trying not to show her utter disgust. As she forced a swallow, a cough slipped out from her chest.
Grabbing the mug next to her, she hoped to wash the foul taste out of her mouth, but she was quickly proven otherwise. She groaned at the pungent, revolting flavor of the ale.
She wasn't sure whether to push herself to consume all of this now, or act as though she was full. Or even flat out say it was awful.

She could tell these people were in a pitiful state, a small part of her wondered if she could fetch a bit of game for them to take to their use.

Her focus was bombarded by an oddly intimidating scent. Quickly she looked beside her to see this large, wolf life creature. What?...what..is he?
She didn't think there were others like her.
Her fur rose, and her pupils narrowed. She looked down, not wanting to face him directly. She just nodded, trying to piece together how anything here was possible.

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After a bit of thought, she nods to him subtly, although her intentions were quite the opposite. She planned to take what she could and leave. This was an unknown, grey area she did not wish to play around with.

She couldn't trust people. Not anymore.

Looking down at the odd…muted pantone colored stew, she picked up the worn metal spoon and stirred it weakly. Hesitantly, she brought a small tasting to her lips. Her eyes got slightly wider, she looked up at the barkeep trying not to show her utter disgust. As she forced a swallow, a cough slipped out from her chest.

Grabbing the mug next to her, she hoped to wash the foul taste out of her mouth, but she was quickly proven otherwise. She groaned at the pungent, revolting flavor of the ale.
She wasn't sure whether to push herself to consume all of this now, or act as though she was full. Or even flat out say it was awful.

She could tell these people were in a pitiful state, a small part of her wondered if she could fetch a bit of game for them to take to their use.

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A 7 foot tall beastkin with brown fur and the features of a wolf walks into the tavern and starts heading to one of the tables on the side of the room. About half way there he stops and sniffs the air before walking directly up to the hooded figure at the bar.

“Excuse me for intruding but you’re new in town, yes?” He leans on the bar with one arm. “I’m not usually nosy like this but I’ve seen Beastkin getting confused for werewolves more than usual lately and I’m not one to let someone face that alone.”

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“I do.”

The words come quietly.

Vesta reaches into her bag and withdraws a careful stack of letters, then waits to be led towards the circle.

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