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[h2][color=00aeef][i][b]Baronfjørd "Blackberry" Chedgusah[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=00aeef]Dragon Born, Monk (Astral self), Level 05[/color][/b][/i]
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BlackBerry let Lizbeth go off to join Victoria and Kosara as they dealt with the remains of Toombes. In a way he was almost thankful for the girls morbid curiosity dragging her away, as it mean that when the door closed behind her she didn't then see his hand raise to his mouth and his eyebrows (or the draconic equivalent) knit together with worry.

Lizbeths words rattled violently in his skull knocking into worries and thoughts he would rather they didn't. He pinched his chin as he sunk into his thoughts trying to tie the various loose ends together.

Any other time he may have chalked Lizbeth's comments to simply all she had witnessed recently; Brother Rorvil described such experience as 'the humours being unbalance', or otherwise 'the spirit hounded by vengeful ghosts from memory'. The Gods alone knew how many moments BlackBerry himself had had when he was her age. But again he found a warning bell ringing at the words Lizbeth had used, and now coupled with the sheer number of undead plaguing the grounds as of late...a rather unsettling idea arrived.

Lizbeth had looked far too pale earlier outside in the snow.

Lady Kathryns return did bring him some relief especially as she was unharmed though definitely a little worn out by the journey in the snow to and from the main estate. But his mood still stayed oddly sombre as pleasantries were exchanged with tea (he moved away from the fire to join the others), Lady Kathryn thankfully took charge of the moment to begin laying out their next steps. Meanwhile, Lizbeth thankfully seemed much happier now distracted examining the surprising amount of supplies her Aunt had sent Lady Kathryn over.

[color=00aeef]"Thank you, Young Lizbeth. That would be much appreciated. Do make sure to grab yourself something as well."[/color] He had waited until Lizbeth had moved into the Kitchen before, putting down the steaming cup of tea, he continued in a hushed tone. [color=00aeef]"If I may suggest another item of concern to our ever growing list. Perhaps we should find time to discuss certain a certain offer we were made not too long ago? Sooner than later preferably, I do hope I am wrong but I worry a decision may be made for us."[/color]

Wary that Lizbeth may return at any moment he quickly turned to the other matter at hand, [color=00aeef]"The broad definition of the issue at hand would be that the late Master Arnaurd L'Rose made a deal with a certain Farid al Ramil. Kosara, I believe you had some knowledge of that name. But now, with no heir of age of the L'Rose Estate, it has been put to us to fulfil the terms of this agreement though we have been left with no real idea of what that agreement may be, and no method of getting in contact with the aforementioned Benefactor. To your point, Lady Kathryn, of forgotten places of the Estate I could perhaps ask Jon or the other stable hands of any tales. That is hoping of course word of tonight's... shall we say events, will not have gotten ahead of us."[/color] BlackBerry let out a sigh at the thought. He stared down into his tea hoping the regardless of what rumours or news may soon fly the new friendships he had been starting to forge weren't about to turn to nothing. He had genuinely been enjoying his time in the stables. [color=00aeef]"Without a key to the Study how are we to get inside to begin out investigation?"[/color]

[color=00aeef]"A question for tomorrow though. Of what we can be certain of; Farid al Ramil, is a Necromancer or otherwise has one under their employ. One with enough power to cause quite the problem."[/color] He paused for a moment to drink his tea both to gather his own thoughts but to also to simply enjoy the flavour. [color=00aeef]"Another point of concern I fear we overlooked at the time is concerning the languages the letter used. Phonetic Abyssal written in Ancient Draconique. I doubt there are very many individuals travelling this side of the coast with such knowledge of either language, let alone both to hand such as our group. Do you all see my meaning here?"[/color]