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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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Fendros breathed in slowly to think of an answer, but was interrupted by Sabine.

"We just need to find him," she said. Her eyes gave off an intensity that could have just been anxiety, but lent weight to her warning. "It is an axe that has compelled people to kill their loved ones. We fear he might hurt someone without wanting to."

Sabine's words were full of lies by omission. They were perhaps the easiest that she could convincingly tell.

"Indeed," Fendros followed up. He placed a hand on the edge of the bar. "You must understand, this is not a matter of selfish gain or delusion. We have been tracking down the axe for some time and seen the problems it causes."
@Frettzo I can't claim to be an expert on the UK, but I can say you'll be at a significant advantage for being fluent in English and wanting to work. As I understand it, much of the right wing poopooing about migrants is towards the economic refugees from northern Africa posing as Syrians and other Salafist Muslim migrants who are forming enclave communities and not integrating into British culture so well. In contrast, there are loads of Sikhs and European migrants who most people seem to be fine with. Then again, I'm not from the UK. I could be completing misreading the situation.

If there's a UK consulate in or around your country still, it may be worth contacting them to get information on the immigration process. If you are moving because of the danger, I would explore the option of immigrating as an asylum seeker. As I understand it, they have an easier time getting into certain countries. Ask about that if you can.

The above advice is just from second/third-hand accounts, though. The only absolutely solid do-not-ignore advice I can give you is have your passport and identification! Not being able to prove your identity and country of origin is what puts most people in immigration limbo, at least when coming to my country.
I can't remember whether the Redguard we're tracking has a name yet, so I made one up.
Halfway through standing up, Sabine gave Ahnasha an appreciative smile. "Thank you. But...I think that would be even harder to do than just being knowledgeable."

Addressing the barman was not difficult. Knowing his thought process was not easy. Fendros could only guess that he was committing their appearance to memory for anyone else wanting information.

"We are searching for one Cyrus Derrunding on behalf of the Synod," Fendros said calmly. "We are told he frequents this establishment, is that correct?"

Following Meesei's recommendation, Fendros withheld details and would continue to keep them if they were not asked about.
I might if my characters weren't locked in collabs already :P

Edit: Just completed another section of the hain wiki page. I think I'll put that on the backburner for now so I can actually write a Minus post. Rereading stuff for gathering references has given me some inspiration.
Fendros shook his head. "There's not much purpose to doing nothing right now. I think one or two of us should try asking the bartender after the names we have." He looked up from his mug with a frown. "We should decide who plays which roles. Those with some knowledge of magical artefacts ought to speak. Or at least pose as leaders of our group. The Synod idea does not sound bad to me."

Sabine perked up. A moment of reluctance prevented her from talking.

"Do you feel like doing some talking, Sabine?" Janius asked. "You and Meesei are probably the most knowledgeable about the discipline."

"I could try." Sabine said with a half-shrug. "As long as I do not have to talk the whole time."

Fendros looked to the rest of the pack for opinions. Though by his pained expression, Azayn's words were evidently still bothering him.
Fendros took his mug in both hands on the table and stared into it. He didn't like the situation with Do'Rhajul any more than Meesei did.

"Is there anyone in particular we should look out for?" Janius asked. "Or should we simply ask around when more patrons turn up?"

"The barman may know him," Rhazii reluctantly suggested. It was the logical starting point.

Fendros took a slow breath, still looking into his ale. "Thank you for your help, Azayn. Is there anything else we should know?"
Hey, quick question. The pack would know the name of the Redguard they're tracking by now, right?
Fendros turned his eyes to glance at the others in the pack. No one recognised the details. "It's eclectic, to be sure. There's no telling exactly what their talents are without knowing more."

"At least we have some things to look out for," Janius added.

Fendros sighed, this time with a dampened frustration. "I just wish we had a closer idea of where they were. What do you make of this, Meesei?"

All eyes turned to Meesei. She had been quiet throughout the explanation.
The comparative lack of trouble that the pack had experienced during their investigation made the contact's words ominous. If they had been followed, Do'Rhajul could likely find out what they were trying to find. If he knew what they were trying to find, he could beat the pack to it. If he did that, he could use the axe as bait. Such thoughts were the clearer ones, though there were other implications as well.

"I thought Vile's cult was shifting away from the war with Hircine." Fendros thought out loud. "Why would the general be following us still?"

Janius answered. "If nothing else, this would be personal for him." Janius looked to Lorag. "I don't know how sentimental the man is, but I would not think charitably upon a group of people who orchestrated the destruction of his fortress and defeating the people around him that he knew. Killing them in a bloody battle." He shrugged. "Or it could simply be that he knows we're working against Vile's plans still, and seeks to stop us."

Sabine spoke, staring at the table in front of her. "I wonder if he knows what Vile wants like we do."

With a sigh from his nose, Fendros took a lengthy blink and resumed. "What can you tell us about these specialists? What are they capable of?" Fendros glanced to Rhazii and Julan and tightened his lips before returning his look to the Redguard. "And, apologies, what is your name? Where and when were these specialists, or the general himself, last spotted?"
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