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[Evenna Vael]

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Tucker the II has been busy and his whole litter of young ones follows him now everywhere. Kitten chaos doth ensue. Like the proud father he arrives as ussual with a note and a dead rat. In fact they all carry the heads of some small creature... just for Gerard.

He is gaining favor...

Gerard!

I remember you mentioned cows! I need cream! Lots of it! What will you sell it for, and are they good cows.... High Quality i mean, what do you feed them. Grass? Corn? Oats? Its important...

Let me know when I can meet you or whoever owns the cows...

Fondly Yours,
Wren..
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There is Freedom in Strength...

[Cal Hurst]

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Cal was sitting in the interrogation room of the Blackmarsh Tavern and Inn when he heard a peculiar noise outside. In fact, he heard MANY peculiar noises outside. Adjusting his glasses, he headed out the front door, only to be greeted by a battalion of cats, each with their own collection of rat and mouse heads, dripping blood from their mouths.

"Mrow! Meow! Mrow!"

"What the FRAK!" Cal shouted. "Shoo! Shoo! Away with you all!" But none of them moved. They all dropped their rat heads to the ground in front of them, and one of them dropped a note. Cal slowly crept towards the note and snatched it away, noting Gerard's name on the cover of it. He stuffed it in his pocket, staring at the cats.

"I really hate this place. Hate. This. Place. Cats, unicorns, and all this other crap. Damnit. AWAY YE CATS! AWAY!" Cal waved a hand, but the cats didn't move. Frustrated, he went back inside and set the letter to Gerard on the bar, retiring back up to the interrogation room. "Goddamnit, I have to milk the cows now. Goddamnit..."
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[Gerard Vartan]

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It had been a few days since Gerard had been to Blackmarsh, as he was walking towards the tavern door he spotted mouse heads littering the porch.

"Cal's not going to be happy..." he muttered as he kicked a few of the heads into the underbrush around the entrance.

As he walked in the tavern he saw a note sitting for him on the bar, he sat down ordered an ale and looked over the letter.




Dear Wren,

Yeah, we have cows. To tell you the truth I have no idea about the cows. You're going to want to talk to Cal about that, or just come by Blackmarsh and look at them yourself.

I'm not really busy right now, we have a lull in fighting, so let me know when you're coming and we will take care of your cream needs.

-Gerard

He chuckled as he wrote the last line and sealed the letter.