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[b]Location:[/b] [i]Riverside Boathouse[/i]
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[url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/ce/3d/91/ce3d91f17269149e2339d56fe14f70a1--sea-art-pirate-ships.jpg]Ornate weaponry. Slightly pale face. Red eyes.[/url]
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Alex Stravier and Bob Drakken: leaders of the most influential trade guild in Y’vera, Veracity. Who could have known they were attending? Xen had seeded a plant in Veracity years ago who had become the Wormsloe emissary. His thoughts raced at the possible reasons for Stravier and Drakken’s attendance…

[i][color=0072bc]Did they find the plant? Did they just decide to visit this week? Do they know of the plan? Do they recognize me? Will they recognize me? Should I adjust the plan? How can I adjust the plan? [/color][/i]

Xen’s eyes were aglow when he came up with the perfect solution.

[color=0072bc]“Gentlemen! Sorry I’m late!”[/color] He cut off someone speaking, but no one seemed to mind.

“It’s about time you showed up, my lord.” A man stood up from his chair, took a short bow, and presented it to Xen.

[color=0072bc]“Thankyou, squire,”[/color] Xen dismissed the man who looked nothing like a squire, took his seat and gestured wide with his arm, [color=0072bc]“Please, resume. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”[/color] He did.

A different individual from before responded, “Ay, you’re a loose cannon Baron Celderon.” No such man or, for that matter, [i]position[/i] existed. “We were just discussing imports from the Dudleyans.” They were, in fact, not. 

[color=0072bc]“Ah, my hometown!”[/color] It wasn’t. [color=0072bc]“I just expanded my brewery there. Exports are booming.”[/color] They weren't, but there was a brewery. [color=0072bc]“Anything you wanted to know about them?”[/color]

Yet another individual chimed in, a little too quickly: “Yes, my lord. We found trace amounts of blood in your product.” An audible, over the top gasp came from the large round table. 

“Yore kiddin’, right mate?” A more seedy individual, probably drunk, looked very concerned. Loud whispers floated across the room, unsure of how to proceed. 

[color=0072bc]“Now now! Calm down everyone. I assure you there is plenty of blood to go around.”[/color]

A pause. 

“You wot?”

A cowering fear crept over the entire room. Stravier was standing, pulling a massive sword off his back and yelling to Drakken through the sudden intensity of Xen’s aura. It felt as if thousands of lost souls were yelling in the ears of those present, scratching at their skin, weighing them down with a thick, dark mist. 

Then, a deafening roar.