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[h1][b][i][color=Gold]Rhys Asher[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/378688333867646976/422255485312565259/df0f62f8c2142e8ad9d0dec68836d9f6.png[/img][/center]
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[center][color=Gold]Location: Message Rat Headquarters[/color][/center]
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Rhys looked over at the boy with a slightly raised brow. Schooling his face to that of a worried neighbor, the rogue's brows furrowed. Tom Meadow, the son of his fence. It was a shame he had been so overcome by some magyk. But it was extraordinary to Rhys, and curiosity was stirred. Someone had meddled with the boy's mind, and Rhys was very curious to find out how- and who. [color=Gold]"I'll get him to move."[/color] The man flipped a quarter crown to the rat and moved over towards the boy. Concern was the mask he chose.

It was a curious thing indeed. For who was this Carlan and who was going to die? All of them? Perhaps the coronation was a trap? That would cover quite a few 'all of them'. But first he needed to get Tom back to his abode. To that lovely little room- that prison for all magyk. Laying a hand on the boy's shoulder, wary in case the lad lashed out. Rhys spoke quickly and forcefully. [color=Gold]"Camouflage and Scream Screen about Tom Meadow be woven. Go you- Tom Meadow- where I Send, Tarry not until the End, Stay you where I Tell, Mark You This and Mark it Well. Go to my loft above your father's shop, within in the room of iron wrought. Close the door fast behind. Then sit and wait and bide your time. Only I can See you."[/color] He shielded the lad from sight, sound and set a Sending upon the boy. He would not be able to resist going exactly where Rhys said. Not that Rhys was going to let him go alone. This was a mystery and he was curious. Perhaps he could use this on the apprentice when he got his hands upon the lad.