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[hr][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][sub][b]Province of Ilagorn [/b]--[b] Adventurer's Guild a.k.a. The Delipitated Duck[/b]
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[indent]Second to last to sign the charter, Siwan wrote his name in such a way that would make any fan of calligraphy vomit: pen held upside down, as if he was going to pick his name into the paper. His writing wasn't nice, either. It seemed sloppy and bizarre with straight lines of inconsistent length forming a barely legible name. By some miracle, neither pen nor paper broke. The fire mage, Mallory, had assailed the group with an intense dialogue that used words that Siwan had never heard before. Spesh all ist? Extra vag ant? Dome eh stick? Spawn ten eighty? Siwan had no idea what any of those meant. He would probably ask Mallory later during the empty travels of the road. Then, it wouldn't be a waste of time. Well, that and he didn't want to admit in front of the guild master that his grasp of the language wasn't as good as he made it out to be. That would make him a liar.

Ier-Brier had taken the charter from him and given it to the next man. This new member was a man, AKA someone who couldn't be a wife. The party remained more female than male, so Siwan was still happy. Nimr was competition, though. Mallory, however, was a much more welcome addition to the party. She seemed to have a more mysterious, womanly beauty about her. At least compared to the other two. 

The guildmaster had rattled off a few quests for the party. A lost shipment in the forest - which Siwan felt rather at home doing, a sword delivery, or killing decidedly evil creatures. Ier-Briar had already decided that the shipment was the task they would undertake. Siwan was, of course, fine with this choice. He decided to not ask any questions to the guildmaster. He had no real concerns and was familiar with forests. Rather, he would let the party's mouthpiece of a warrior lead the way. Plus, this way, he wouldn't be inflicted with a critical blow to his ego in case he messed up. [/INDENT]