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[color=silver]L O C A T I O N :[/color] Lodge, Port10
[color=silver]I N T E R A C T I O N S :[/color] [@Conscripts]
T A G S :[/sub]
[color=silver][sub]E Q U I P M E N T :[/sub][/color][hider=][sub]N/A[/sub][/hider]
 

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[color=silver]	Touched by the Orc’s humility, Good Ole Timothy didn’t reply at first. Rather, he soaked in presence of the great creature. It was a gentle pause; one necessary as the older Elf cleared his mind to make his answer.

	[color=b2beb5]“I have suspicions.”[/color] The Elf began. [color=b2beb5]“He was probably taken to the nearby Dark Elf General. Of course, that’s if none of the Syndicate became greedy.”[/color] He turned towards the stove and brown cabinets to the right of the entryway, a respectfully cozy kitchen area. More planted pots hung in the kitchen than any other area. It was assumed they were things that were edible. 

	A small stir came from Aurora’s room, and Rowan’s spirits lifted but died as no other stir came thereafter. He stared long at the room. He should not have ignored Aurora’s advice about handling Vasco, yet many of times, listening to her was like listening to riddles. He had his own inner journey to beset and conquer before his next meeting with Vasco. Thankfully, he was in wise company. 

	Rowan sat or rather collapsed into a sit in the seated area of the living room. Another sigh escaped him, but it was shoved aside for words. He folded his arms and closed his eyes.

	[color=93d8f1]“Thank you, Timothy,”[/color] he spoke clearly, even if it hurt his side to do so.

	The Elder Elf turned. 

	[color=b2beb5]“It's the least I can do, considering I am unable to help you fight,”[/color] A calm smile spread on his face. The hat tipped, and he continued his way into the kitchen. He muddled around, grabbing this herb and that spice. A pinch of this; a teaspoon of that. [color=b2beb5]“I can take you to where they may have him, but I cannot assist any further...”[/color] He poured a bit of liquids together and stirred. [color=b2beb5]“Rowan, do you have any requests?”[/color]

	[color=93d8f1]“Perhaps, you can allow us to bring a little something with us for good fortune,”[/color] Rowan's eyes were still closed, but he spoke more clearly this time.

		[color=b2beb5]“Aye, We'll get to that, but first -- ”[/color] Timothy let out a small chuckle, [color=b2beb5]“I meant to say, do you have any desire for a drink or a bite to eat?”[/color]

	[color=93d8f1]“Oh... I,”[/color] Rowan blushed, eyes opening. “N-no, I've had my fill.”

	With that, Timothy Babadil brought Barrack his firefae.[/color]