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Arming herself with the short bow that she arrived with, the weapon she had held since birth, as well as a supply of arrows, Eilidh departed the guild-house swordless. Arriving in Ambram, admiring the more metropolitan feel to the town as opposed to the rustic Boreal Port. The Centaur waved, bowed, and heartily greeted many passers-by, leaving many onlookers staring for reasons other than that she was a Centaur. Of course, some men were staring for a third reason, but that happened everywhere.

She was addressed informally by an otherwise very formally dressed knight, who she deduced must be her client, and his first sentence confirmed as much. She shook his hand with her naturally strong grip, and listened to his description of the target. [color=9B1436]"I don't particularly wizards, those who seek to control others, humans of the Order, or Varjans. So naturally I hate this man. Where will we find him? Also, I usually fight with sword and bow though I have trampled people in the past. Speaking of which, do you know where I might acquire a sword?"[/color]


[@PaulHaynek]


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[color=edd902]"Though I speak this language, I am not great at reading it. I will still require a translator to understand what this letter is asking of the guild and of me. My first move will be to travel to one of the villages or farms north of Sonarra and try to get this letter translated properly. Once done, I will either comply with it's wishes or return here, depending on it's contents."[/color]

Seeing Magnus, Rebecca got up from the table with package in hand, and gave it to Magnus. [color=edd902]"Good morning! I made this for you. Let me know if anything needs adjusting."[/color] Inside the package, the Minotaur would find a very large, white tunic with a broad neckline that looked like he'd be able to slip it on even with his horns.


[@PaulHaynek][@The Irish Tree]