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[Isk]

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*The following is posted on a wall you happen to be near*

[Dharzhal]

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Following his usual routine of escorting individuals, especially merchants and messengers, to their destinations, it was not long before the Black Prince saw the poster. Although he was not one given to overt expressions of emotion, he could not repress a very brief, but satisfied smile.

Ingrate is it? What has he given me? ...Ah, but I shall be there, Magnate, trap or no.

By charging a female half price for his escort fee for her, Dharzhal wrote a letter to the Magnate which she delivered to his estate in Magincia:

Your Excellency,

I accept your invitation, ingrate as I am or not. I am fully convinced this is more than you intend, but I am willing to risk my life to prove the very points I will be making---that your philosophy is outdated, insufferable and irresponsible tripe fit only for the ears of the delusional mind. At least it will be a most entertaining evening.

Dharzhal T'Ar

[Merci d'Rue]

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A Dark Shadow falls across one of the posters. Bright blue eyes gaze on it from beneath a hood.

Were so close to them.. we have to visit.. would be rude not to...

A second glance reveals the figure gone only an icy chill left in the air.
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May destiny guide you...

[Harlequin]

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Quinn read the notice, wide-eyed, and bounced excitedly on the balls of her feet. "Oooh, what luck! I'm so glad I just HAPPENED to be near this wall!"
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Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.
~Paul Laurence Dunbar

[Mei Fa Lo]

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Mei sees the notice tacked up on a nearby bulletin board and reads it.

Quietly to herself she mutters, "I remember these fools...perhaps I shall go watch him make a fool of himself once more."

She grins manically to herself in her dark robes and fades into one of the nearby shadows across the bulletin board without a trace....