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“I am pleased Zev still appears to adore me, even when I am not around.” Andrimar says with a calm smile, glancing back at you, Zevemar as you fuss away with his many piles of papers and books. His attention returns to Io within the moment, “Oh, well if your goal is to see the world then I cannot truly be annoyed. It is incredibly vital in one’s life to experience what all of Izirim has to offer. The mischief, though…” He frowns and fiddles with one of the wooden rings on his hand, eyes tracing Zev’s back with varying degrees of concern or, perhaps, disappointment. [abbr=Insight Roll: 9]You are unable to have a complete grasp on his quickly varying expressions.[/abbr] You do however manage to come to the conclusion that, when caught off guard, Andrimar is much more expressive than the average elf.

The expression fades as he seems to decide on something, and he settles back into a now-clear seat beside Io just as Zevemar returns from clearing most of the furniture.  At your question, Zev, his expression notably again shifts, but you [abbr= Insight Roll: 3 - 1 = 2]fail to really notice any change at all.[/abbr] Io, you notice the shift in his expression [abbr=Insight Roll: 6]but are unable to read it.[/abbr] His eyebrows even out within five seconds and he relaxes back into his chair, lifting his chin to meet Zev’s gaze. He seems relaxed.

“I am… Aiding a friend in something rather important. Zevemar, you remember Egan, right?”

Zev, you remember glimpses of a human family, one that lives closer to Nymph Lake. You are pretty sure that Egan may or may not be the owner of the local library. He could also be a farmer you father sometimes talks too. Or… Maybe he’s that one man who gets into rather gruesome magical chess matches with Andrimar in public. [abbr=Zev’s History Roll: 2 + 5 = 7]You are not too sure.[/abbr]

“Well, Egan has asked me to help him in sending letters to his [i]friend[/i] in another town—Yapra.” He wrings his hands and glances out the window, eyebrows furrowing as a gentle wind lifts the soft green curtains. “I might have you pay him a visit later, actually, but first you should rest, or perhaps go sight seeing in the town. I saw you eyeing those scrolls too, Zevemar. We can spend some time learning those together.” He flashes you both a sweet smile and stands to collect some ink bottles and golden-tipped quills.

The door is open to Alanla outside, which contains a beautiful marketplace and wonderful lakeside plains. Inside, there is a house full of artifacts and magic. You are free to do as you want.
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