Claire turns to head deeper into the guild.

Marquanthis smiles at Vesta. "Ah. A pleasure to see you again, Vesta. I've been better, to be honest. But on the whole, I cannot complain. Many are suffering but I'm doing my best to help them."

He looks between the two women and holds out a hand. "May I see the notes? I'll do my best to assist."

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Vesta dips into a practiced curtsy beside Jade, then lifts her hand in a small wave, her smile polite but measured. 

“Hello, Marquanthis,” she greets him. “Hope you’re doing well.”

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"Good evening, Marquanthis. I would say that I hope this isn't a bad time, but all times seem to be bad at the moment."

Jade awkwardly smiles.

"The heros recently visited the Tomb of the Skybone Choir. There was an ancient dragon bone that had some really old script carved into it. When I tried to decipher it I could not read the text, but it read and felt like a ritual. Vesta has the notes. We were wondering is you could decipher them."

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Claire looks over at the resurrection circle as the glowing light fades. The circle lowers and a soldier steps out before being immediately approached by another soldier. Meanwhile, Marquanthis is standing in the center of the circle now.

"Claire!" He calls out.

Claire looks to the Baroness and gestures towards the resurrection circle. "Now would seem to be the time."

She turns and speed walks over to Marquanthis. "Would you please bring a pitcher of hot water? I'd quite like some tea."

He turns his attention to Jade. "Ah. Hello, Baroness. How may I help you?"

 

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Jade looks around at all the sick and injured. She frowns and sighs before returning to the question.

"Is Marquanthis available? We found something we can't decipher. "

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Claire nods and lowers the wards for them. 

Once they have entered the guild, she raises the wards once more. Claire turns a tired smile to Jade and Vesta.

"What can I do for you Baroness?"

The guild is still bustling with activity. There are injured soldiers all around the common room, some are using the wall for support and others too tired to stand are sitting or laying on the floor. The resurrection circle is actively glowing while other guild members are rushing about the common room with bandages, clean water, or healing potions. 

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Jade starts to make her way to and up the porch steps.

"I am aware of your guild's rules. He has commands to wait outside. Just don't kill this one."

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Claire is the first to notice and approach the wards. "Oh! Baroness! Please-" Her voice falters as she sees the massive golem following Jade. "Please, forgive me, Baroness. I cannot allow your... Friend... Inside."

Her eyes remain focused nervously on the golem.

 

Jade waves to Vesta upon her arrival.

"With the war literally on the doorstep of Volaire, I would say so. But he can stay outside during our visit."

Jade walks up to the outer ward and tries to get the attention of the inside members.

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Vesta strolls up to the guild with a lightness in her step than she’s had in months. She dips into a graceful curtsy, her smile warm as it lands on Jade, only to falter as her gaze shifts.

Her nose wrinkles, expression twisting with open distaste.

“Baroness, was it truly necessary to bring that… thing?”

She gestures loosely towards the golem.

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Jade approaches the guild of light with her flesh golem protector in tow. She stands out front as if waiting on someone.  

Balasar comes back to the Mage's Guild from the Tavern and makes his way towards the Library, politely nodding towards any other members he comes across on his way. Once in the library, he begins to look around for books within his access on a variety of topics, ranging from telepathic communication, to magics capable of copying down large amounts of information quickly, to magical wards being used to capture creatures, and anything about 'plant dragons', though that last topic may be very unlikely to turn up anything.

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Storm leaves the tavern after her interaction with Thrixel and Nill and heads straight for the Mage's Guild. 

She pauses outside the doors of the MG, takes a deep breath, and then walks inside. She walks right up to the counter and sets down a gold. 

"I dunno how much it costs but I need to send a missive."

The receptionist nods. "It's a gold, miss."

Storm pushes the gold closer to the receptionist. "Great. Paper?"

The receptionist hands Storm a paper and quill. She quickly scribbles down her missive and passes it off. 

Ten minutes later, Storm is waiting in the common room when a missive appears in front of her. She grabs it out of the air and reads. When she's finished, she reaches up and snaps her fingers on the corner of the page so it lights up and burns to ash in her hands. 

Storm then exits the guild and heads down the street, disappearing into the crowd.

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The barkeep watches with an unamused look on his face as Thrixel tosses the spoon over his shoulder. When Thrixel asks for another, the lack of amusement becomes something close to anger.

"No! I'm not givin' ya another oneuh my spoons fer ya tah toss it over yer shoulder onto my floor! Now pick tha' up!" He leans on the counter, hands pressing into the wood as he stares Thrixel down. "Make a mess of my tavern and I'll see ya out that door!"

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*he chuckles to himself and scoots over to her seat, looking into her cup with both hands wrapped around the sides of it. He looks intently at the cup, lifting and looking at it from different angles, licking the side and flicking it while holding it to his ear, the grin never leaving his face* mhm, Storm doesn’t like hugs. Good to know, mhm, very good to know. Next time we try a poke, then a sniff, then a handshake. *he nods, chuckling as his wings twitch again, resting the empty mug on his head between his horns and slowly moving his hands away. He smiles at the barkeep, keeping balance* quick sir! Throw a spoon! First to make it in the cup gets a kiss from a lovely maiden! *he grabs a spoon from the bar, carefully seems to be lining up his throw, then launches the spoon over his shoulder clattering to the floor* drat! Bartender! Quick, give me another spoon so the competition is fair! 

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As soon as he pinches her arm, Storm turns a snarl at him. "Don't touch me!"

She stares at Thrixel, teeth bared, for several seconds. And then she shakes her head. She turns back to her drink, chugs the rest of it down, and then slides off the barstool.  She begins mumbling to herself though her mumbling gets louder and louder as she walks.

"Fucking fae. Fucking Stella. Fucking war!" Her mumbling ends in a loud: "FUCK!"

She marches through the tavern, slamming the doors open as she passes through them, and disappears into the street.

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*he blinks, laughing as she takes off running, then turns his gaze to meet storm* i just wanted to see what happens is all. They will come back. He sits the stool up and then hops up into it in a cross-legged sit, wings twitching as he looks at Storm. He looks at her for several moments, then reaches over and pinches her scaled arm firmly*

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Storm drops back onto her barstool as Nill returns to her seat.

The barkeep shouts at them. "This is a fine tavern! I don't need nobody climbing on my shit! Keep yer friend on a leash or sumthin'!"

Storm groans and presses her hands to her temples. "Sorry. Sorry."

When Thrixel touches Nill and she spazzes out and runs for the door, Storm can only watch. She sighs, turning back to her mug. She wraps her hands around the mug and hugs herself to it, groaning and mumbling to herself. Then she huffs a breath and looks at Thrixel.

"Ya know. Kinda rude to go grabbing someone's wings like that. How would you like it if someone did that to you?" Her expression turns flat. "Ya know what, don't answer that. I don't think I want to know."

Then she turns back to her drink.

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The instant his hand touches her wings, Nill goes completely rigid, her body locking in place, her hand frozen mid-motion.

Then, something breaks.

She twists out of his grasp in a sudden, reflexive motion and runs. The stool topples behind her with a sharp clatter, but she doesn’t so much as glance back. She cuts straight across the room, wings pulled tight against her back, every movement focused on getting away.

And then she’s out the door, gone.

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*Thrixel’s eyes follow the pixie the whole time, his eyes twinkling with excitement as the small creature takes off running. He sits up and squats, Duck-walking up behind Nill and gently holding the tops of her wings with his thumbs and forefingers* I like this little thing! Nill, was it? Have you ever spoken to Norid the toad? I met him in the street by some dead fellow in an alley. A riveting poet he is. Anyway, I am sure you two would get along. *he carefully flaps her small wings with his hands as he talks, seeming to be examining her wings thoroughly*

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