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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: Wizard Way traveling towards Home[/color][/center]
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There was a lot to see with so many people rushing to and fro. Now knowing the reason why, Rhys was more tolerant of the concept of patience. While it was indeed irritating, the dark green eyes did catch signs of movement from a nearby messenger rat office. His hand clenched into a fist slowly as he watched the ExtraOrdinary Wizard's Apprentice slip into the throng. Intent on abducting the boy or at least learning something of his habit, Rhys was stunned as the lad tossed the tunic he had been granted per his status on the ground and tramped off with obvious disdain for it. A curious thing that. Leading Rhys to adopt a warm smile that hid the poison beneath it.

Plucking the tunic from the ground he draped it over one arm, a bundle of clothing and nothing for anyone to really pay much attention to. If they did? What of it? He found it on the ground, a fact that was true as the sky was blue. Chuckling to himself, the Wizard noted another figure. Ernie, an old friend if Rhys were to call someone a friend. The least he could say about the other Wizard was the fact that Ernie at least had done nothing against him in his years in the Wizard's Tower under his mentor or now even though the man well knew Rhys was alive. Strolling up behind the man, Rhys looped a friendly arm over the Wizard's shoulders and guided him with the crowd and towards an alley. [color=Gold]"Ernie."[/color] Rhys greeted amiably in a far better mood then when he had last seen the Wizard. [color=Gold]"Mind if I have a word with you? No? How lovely."[/color] Overriding any protest Rhys gripped Ernie's shoulder tightly his head close enough to whisper to the Wizard. [color=Gold]"I need your help, and it's nothing [b]Darke[/b] or illegal. So move your damned feet, it's rather dire."[/color] Well, in truth it probably was in some sense but Rhys needed to find the cure and save himself- and his son. He also needed to keep his son from becoming Esmeralda's little pet.

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[h1][b][i][color=Lavender]Skaoi Silverveil[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=Lavender]Location:[/color] Luna's Room[/center]
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Small, shaking fingers fastened onto Cuyler's chin as Skaoi pulled the burly man's gaze to her own pale one. [color=Lavender]"My good sir. Please, as you seem to care for the ExtraOrdinary Wizard, fetch her some dry clothes. She will be safe enough under my watch."[/color] Skaoi softly said in a unyielding voice. [color=Lavender]"You mean well but you are just getting in my way."[/color] IT was perhaps hurtful and goodness knew Skaoi hated to be rude but it was what was needed to be said to get her patients taken care of. Oh, if she had her newly appointed servant! It was times like these she missed being a noble that would be listened to without question.

While the nobles and the royals had their drama Skaoi was quick to pluck what clothing Myrus and Arya could do without from them and wring them out. It did make sense that some strain of madness ran along the royal line, she supposed. What if how they were here especially! Perhaps some of that madness effected the girl who had been demoted? Skaoi did not like thinking ill of people but the girl was a bit useless and rather airheaded. There was a proper way to do thing and sitting around speaking like a friend to a royal wasn't one of them!Skaoi sighed wearily as she stared at her basket in annoyance, the contents drenched and some of the supplies ruined. Turning to the door, Skaoi poked her head out and fought back a wince as she spotted Lyra flirting with a young man. Perhaps the Queen had a reason to be harsh? [color=Lavender]"Miss, if you could? It probably would be best if you stopped woolgathering and looking for a potential husband at this moment."[/color] She advised softly as to not let those inside hear, an apologetic look in her eyes for the bold statement. But surely the girl would understand she was being indecent. [color=Lavender]"Could you go to the infirmary and bring me another basket with supplies? Herbs, and the means to make poultices? If you would please?"[/color] Skaoi floundered weakly before ducking back into the interior.

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[center][color=CadetBlue]Location: Port Witch Coven House Upstairs/Malekith's Bedroom[/color][/center]
[center][color=CadetBlue]Skills: Charisma, Persuasion, Intuition and Perception[/color][/center]
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Grimspound rubbed his jaw slightly as he listened to the others. Burning the house down would be foolish, at least without setting up precautions first, and seeking answers elsewhere seemed the route that Ahote and Arnora were more interested in. Minerva was playing towards the violent side of things, which was something that wasn't going to help them. Ghosts who could [b]Cause[/b] things to happen were a problematic bunch and Grimspound didn't really want trouble with spirits. They weren't his favorites, pretty or not. Giving a slight bow to Nera, he smiled at her with a cheeky grin. [color=CadetBlue]"Burning down this place would be a waste. Whatever you're looking for Minerva? Ash and fire, surely it would ruin it. Unless what you are looking for [i]can't[/i] be destroyed by the flames?"[/color] He raised a brow at the smaller woman as he turned towards the door.

Raising a hand to stop whatever she would say, he chuckled slightly. [color=CadetBlue]"Keep your secrets if your so desperate to. Or you could share and I might help you more than I am."[/color] It wouldn't matter to him after all. There were plenty of interesting things in this town. While Nera was amusing, and a pretty face, Grimspound had other things to consider. Namely books, and tomes. Yet they were paling against whatever that [i]thing[/i] was that Minerva was looking for. Catching up to Arnora, Grimspound grinned at her in open friendliness and offered his arm.