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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: Home[/color][/center]
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Of all the things he had been expecting... Rhys stared blanking in the air. Letting Esmeralda's presence by pass his interest for the time. Of all the answers. [b]Queste[/b]. That had not been one of them. His green eyes brightened with potential hope that he would take the Queste and return alive to take the Wizard Tower for his own. Let that woman who had stolen his place as the ExtraOrdinary Wizard tremble in fear. This was a chance. This was a opening. Running a hand over his jaw, he studied the word with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

[color=Gold]"A [b]Queste[/b] is something taken by the ExtraOrdinary Wizard's apprentice. Usually in search of knowledge, and something they do not always come back from."[/color] Uncrossing his legs, his lips thinned as he stared out his window. [color=Gold]"It means I must go to the Wizard Tower and take a stone from the Questing pot. If it is marked or no, then I will embark for this knowledge."[/color] He couldn't let it by pass him. If the stone was marked, no Wizard would get in his way. A power play. If they did... Well, the Sickenesse was a problem. What if he could solve it? Would they risk their own health? Pointing sharply at Esmeralda, he gave her a stern look. [color=Gold]"Til I return you will look over my son, and the Meadows will deliver their rent to my son until my return. If I do not. Then everything in this room is his."[/color] Pulling a cloak from the wall, he also slid a sword onto his belt and several knives onto his person. [color=Gold]"Think of me what you will, Esmeralda, but that is my son. I will to it."[/color] 

Gripping the woman he pressed his lips to hers and smiled wickedly as he tucked the map his had acquired from the unknown benefactor into his breast pocket. Stepping away and turning to slip form the door as he made his way to the Wizard Tower. [color=Gold]"Amd hell to anyone who get in my way."[/color] He would seek out Erin before he left to make sure that one Wizard would see to his son's proper training and not whatever Esmeralda had in mind. This was a chance for him to prove himself and bring Blaise and his apprentice, former, tumbling down. To be the savior to the Wizard Tower and take the position of Extra Ordinary Wizard for himself.

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[h1][b][i][color=Lavender]Skaoi Silverveil[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=Lavender]Location:[/color] Below attic[/center]
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Looking utterly confused, Skaoi gave a sharp squeal as Myrus shoved away from her embrace and ran down the hall. The pale healer would have followed, but there was one of those 'nifflers' that was circling her with far too much interest for her comfort. Trying to dodge about the small creature without hurting it she found herself at odds with the little vermin! [color=Lavender]"Shoo! Shoo! I'm not some shiny treasure nor do I have anything for you!"[/color] The Phsik pleaded with the greedy little thing, flapping her hands and skirt uselessly at the small creature. While she was thankful to the Queen for her intervention on the matter. She did worry that this new iron spin Valda had developed would spell trouble in her future.

Though the rest of the commands did trouble her. A servant? For her? [color=Lavender]"Oh! Your Majesty, please! I am unsuited to having a servant, as busy as I am. My apologies Lady Lyra, but whatever would I do with you? I have the Sickenesse to heal and there's the usual bout of illness and accidents-!"[/color] Skaoi stumbled and stuttered over her protests about having a servant, though she had in fact had them in the Eastern Snow Plains. She just didn't want to let onto that fact and raise more questions! Blushing as she came unto who she was speaking against, the woman looked down and dipped a curtsy. Perhaps this was a spy planted upon a possible spy? Well then! She would make sure that Lady Lyra found nothing out that wasn't already known! [color=Lavender]"As you will it, Your Majesty."[/color] She whispered, her eyes wide at the fact she had spoken so boldly in her flustered panic between the niffler, Prince Myrus and Lady Lyra who was now her servant. Hurrying after Princess Luna and her brother. Hesitantly edging about the foreign Prince who was causing her such distress.

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[h1][b][i][color=CadetBlue]Grimspound[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/657d7391a50b11712cac5c306f4a350b/tumblr_ooksq5OF9a1tmko9vo1_540.gif[/img][/center]
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[center][color=CadetBlue]Location: Aricie[/color][/center]
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Grimspound frowned at the house as the windows brust in a shower of glass, the dirt and dust whirling down the hall and deeper into the Port Witches former home. [color=CadetBlue]"Well, that is one way to say 'welcome'."[/color] The scholar and peddler noted with some amusement. Grimspound was a jack of all trades and masters of certain ones. He enjoyed picking up a new thing from time to time. Though Minerva's words gave him reason to think harder upon what was going on. This was no simple sightseeing trip. This was a hunt after something. Something that had his instincts on alert and his eyes peering into the dark, while he kept a lazy and friendly smirk upon his face. This was all troublesome, and he delighted in it. A mystery was always fun. Though Minerva's words made him wonder what the tiny woman knew about him!

[color=CadetBlue]"There's a name Stephen Strange, though I doubt I am one to talk. Nera Hawthorn, I presume?"[/color] He noted with interest and a bit of jab about his own name- or the one he used. Though he was taking a light tone to this matter, his nerves were singing with delight and anticipation. Eagerness at the seriousness of the situation. It had been some time since something caught his interest so... completely. That Minerva was so at ease was not the least supportive but he supposed as she was invited here, she had right to be so.