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Dear Mr Curly,
I have done little travelling lately because I have been so dreadfully weary. Can it be true as the old Ecclesiastes said; that all things lead to weariness? Surely not. Perhaps the opposite is true: that all nothings lead to weariness. I have a peculiar feeling, Curly, that I am worn out from something I haven't yet done and the more I don't do it, the more exhausted I become. How strange. Could it be something I haven't realised? Perhaps it's something I haven't said? Something I haven't finished! It must be very large and true whatever it is and a lively struggle in the doing but I look forward to it immensely. I know I need it. First, however, I must curl up in my chair and sleep deeply with the duck. Perhaps I'll dream of this thing and wake up refreshed and do it. My fond wishes to you Mr. Curly, and to all Curly Flat.
Yours sleepily,
Vasco Pyjama
xxx
P.S. Not having breakfast can make you weary. That's for sure!
Michael Leunig. The Curly Pyjama Letters.

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Gallus had his forearms on the meeting table when La'tahne walked in. He raised his brow in surprise when he saw her. Ri'vashi was right; she looked as if she was going to entertain some rich city patron. It was only then that Gallus realised the last time he had heard of La'tahne. She was the promiscuous gardener who did not need to fight or hunt to sate her beast spirit.

The interaction between Ri'vashi and La'tahne caused Gallus to stifle a laugh. Obviously La'tahne's appearance was habitual. "Alright, it is good to meet you anyway, La'tahne," Gallus said to the finely dressed woman, "Take a seat, if you would. I assume you know our names already?"

Once La'tahne was seated, Gallus got straight down to business. "Now, we hear that you have a talent for face sculpting? Is this so? Tell us more about it, if you would."
Well, I'm technically planning on Toun throwing down his sentients during this turn if they get approved.

What does everybody think of these guys?

With a raised eyebrow and a silent, still, discerning look at Ri'vashi, it was clear that Gallus did not know whether to be elated or disturbed by what he was hearing. "There is an art to...sculpting faces, you say?" he asked, hardly believing it. Regardless, it was a better option than any they had come up with so far. Gallus straightened and lowered his hand from his chin, "I think we should talk to this La'tahne character immediately. If this is possible, it would be more convincing than any other proof short of killing Meesei outright."

Gallus gestured to the door of the cell, "Unless there are any other points to bring up, lead the way."
"That'll do," Gallus said to Ri'vashi with a quick nod, "We'll take the tunnel and work out the details with the guards later."

With that matter more or less sorted, Gallus turned his attention to the fake death, once again. The question that Meesei posed was a riddle to Gallus. He held his elbow and brought his other hand up to his chin to think on it, tapping on his cheek with one finger. "If there was...some magic that could reshape a skull or make Hiritus think it's you, then...hmm..." Another thought crossed Gallus' mind that made him grimace, "We could possibly reason that there was a struggle in trying to kill you and deform the face beyond subtle recognition. Claw marks, bloodied features, and all. It isn't a solid option, though..."

Gallus pondered for a while longer, looking to the ground. For a sudden moment, he seemed to have an idea. He pointed to the ceiling, "Wait...no..." he brought his hand to his chin again and continued as he was. "Some kind of illusion to have me kill you in front of him isn't going to work when we try to get evidence. Hmph, this is harder than I thought."
Gallus wore an accomplished smile on his face. Small sounds could be heard by anyone listening carefully that was muted chuckling. He was clearly coming down from well hidden nervousness that had gathered while with Hiritus. He spoke carefully and quietly, completely belying the acting from before.

"Well, Ri'vashi, exactly what route we will take shall require some extra knowledge from you in particular. If there are any escape tunnels, secret exits, waste outlets, or anything similar -- any other exit than the main gate -- I would hear about it." Gallus waved a finger around until it stilled at a point when he spoke, "I could easily lead the prisoner out blindfolded with a cover story to bluff past guards. The guards could be told beforehand, as you say. As well, it's not unbelievable for me to pose as someone with respected authority." He shrugged, "Once we've had a few interactions with the guards to make things realistic, we reach the exit, get him through with a bunch of supplies, and I'll go with him as long as it takes to get useful information." Gallus tilted his head, "That's as far as I could get with a solid plan. I would need a group to follow me as insurance without being noticed."

Before either of them could question Gallus about a particularly large unfilled aspect of the plan, Gallus took a breath and continued. "As for killing you, Meesei, that will be much easier than you might think," Gallus waggled a finger in the direction of the side cell wall. "Not only do we control where the ring goes-" Gallus placed a hand on his chest, "-with a werewolf to prove that it works, but we also have an Argonian with similar features to Meesei right in our pocket." Gallus gave a conceding gesture, "Granted, using the head will not work, but I doubt that Hiritus has taken a close look at your hand, or your tail, or your scalp of feathers, or something similar. Dar-tzesa may be useful for substitutes, despite the grisly nature of it." Gallus paused to nod in Meesei's direction, "I suppose the main question for you might be whether you are willing to part with your ring for a while."



Half of Tzirret's mind had suspected that there were other commitments that they had after all. It was not a big surprise.

Tzirret stood up with Ma'tanza and lightly took her by the shoulders as everyone began dispersing. "Tzirret will...see you later then," he said to her nervously, but with a smile. The nervousness stemmed from the others looking as he planted a quick kiss on Ma'tanza's lips and gave her a parting hug. Even after several days, he was nervous with displaying affection in front of others. It did not seem like it would go away, but at least it wasn't too much of a problem.

Tzirret waved goodbye to the others as he left for his training.
Gallus' fluster was momentarily paused as he lowered his brow and looked at Hiritus with mild confusion. "You have no idea what the ring actually does, don't you?"

Just as quickly, Gallus dropped the demeanour and dismissed the matter with a wave of his hand. "Bah, no matter. I don't think there is anything else to discuss. Be ready, jester."

As usual, Gallus exited the room without saying goodbye and slammed the cell door behind him. Once free of his persona, his posture straightened and he slowly turned his head to Ri'vashi and Meesei. A smile curled up on his face. He nodded towards an empty cell to discuss what had just transpired and make plans.



Tzirret lowered one hand to continue eating as the others speculated their activities. It appeared that they had a lot of free time today. It was just as well; free time would be at a premium while marching.

"That could work," Tzirret said, "This one has not spoken much to other people here." He momentarily looked regretful. "This one has to take training with Gallus for the rest of this morning after interrogations finish, but Tzirret could find you afterwards."
I was actually planning on Toun grabbing one of Slough's life-sacks and making a proper, intelligent, sentient race. They were intended to be little creatures with a porcelain exoskeleton, but if someone doesn't make humans soon, Toun might have to make them accidentally.
Now we have guaranteed that a hero in the RP will face off one of those things in the jungle, shirtless and covered in mud.

"CAMMAN!" He will shout, "AEIM RIGHT HEAA! KILL ME!"

Then a battle of wits will ensue to determine who is prey and who is...the one doing the preying.
Gallus paced for a little while longer, visibly frustrated. When his pacing slowed, he emitted unintelligible mumblings under his breath as he tried to work through the possibilities in his head. It finished with him looking up at the ceiling and letting out an angry growl.

"Alright!" Gallus said loudly, before resuming his low voice, "I will find a way." He thrust a finger towards Hiritus, "Just don't complain if we have to move quickly. Understand?"



At this point, Tzirret was distracted enough by Ma'tanza's anxiety to put his own aside and place more effort into trying to comfort her. He put down his food, put his other arm around her, and gave her a tight hug. "Maybe, but Ma'tanza is right, there is no use in worrying. We will all protect each other."

Perhaps they weren't the most inspiring words, but Tzirret did his best. He gave Ma'tanza a rare joking smile. "Let Tzirret do the worrying. He is better at it than Ma'tanza is."

In an effort to change the subject, Tzirret looked to everyone else. "What is everyone planning to do today?"
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