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[right][colour=red][b][colour=gold]ꁲ ꂵ ꁲ ꋊ ꂠ ꂑ ꋊ ꈼ[/colour][/b]
[sub][sup]ꋖ ꂑ ꂵ ꈼ[/sup][/sub]
[sup][colour=white]Day 1 [Night]
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[sub][sup]꒒ ꂦ ꀯ ꁲ ꋖ ꂑ ꂦ ꋊ[/sup][/sub]
[sup][colour=white]Lock and Key [Somerset][/colour][/sup]
[sub][sup]ꌚ ꂦ ꐇ ꋊ ꂠ ꋖ ꌅ ꁲ ꀯ ꀗ[/sup][/sub]
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Amandine simply gave a serene wave as the big blue… buddy sent a wink in her direction. It is obvious that whoever orchestrated this gathering under the Sapphire Sun took pleasure in hosting a collection of eclectic individuals to join the organization. She cannot fathom anything that could unite them to a common purpose, other than the fact each one of them is rather different and unique from the other.

She placed the pheasant on the table as she allowed each to help themselves, making sure it was spread out to be enjoyed before her new buddy scooped up the rest in a single handful. Turning the chair at the table, she sat, leaning against its back.

Amandine listened attentively to what others said, mulling and contemplating their answers and perspectives. [colour=red]“Diseases come and go, but with the Rot, if it becomes a pandemic, it could bring the Empire down to its knees overnight.”[/colour] She said as she took a bite out of her flatbread pheasant sandwich and washed it down with some wine. [colour=red]“The Royal Knights would be sent out to purge any areas affected immediately.”[/colour] She gestured with the sandwich to indicate Maltar’s point about Mercenary work, she continued, [colour=red]“The mystery is certainly who or what is causing it, and I venture to guess that our esteemed Royal Knights are having their hands full of this question.”[/colour]

Solemnly, she added, [colour=red]“There isn’t a known cure for the Rot, which poses a secondary problem for the Empire: corpses don’t pay taxes.”[/colour]

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