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[Mave Gerhart]

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Mave walked through the door of his keep and dropped a bag on the floor, one that he had not left with when he went to patrol Vesper.

"Can I get that for you m'lord?" one of the servants asked, walking over and reaching for the bag.

"No, no, I will take care of this. Thank you" Mave said quickly, reaching down and taking the bag up again. "I will be in my chambers if you need me", he said as he walked into the next room and closed the door.

As he set the bag down infront of his chair, a few sheets of paper fell out to the floor. Picking one up, Mave sat down and looked it over, thinking over what to do.

"What are they thinking?" he mumbled to himself after reading over the leaflet for the hundreth time. He had gathered every one of these flyers that he could find in Vesper and they all said the same thing. Words to incite the citizens to revolt, to join some militia, and all were signed this Warden of the North.

Sighing, Mave stuffed the papers back into the bag. "All he is going to do is get innocent people killed with these tactics. The people of Vesper aren't being treated badly, I have tried to see to that. They simply have more law and order, and that is not always a bad thing."

Reaching further in the bag, Mave pulled out a bundle of about five pieces of paper that were seperate from the others. These were not marked with calls to arms, but instead were blank except for a signature at the bottom. Looking at the name again, Mave quickly stuffed these back into the very bottom of the bag.

"It seems that our little inscriber let fall some papers that were not meant to be mingled with the others", Mave whispered as he looked into the fireplace, the flames dancing as they always did.

Shaking his head as if coming to a decision, Mave picked up the bag and dropped it into an empty chest, then slid the chest into a hidden compartment in the wall of his chambers.

If Tarothin or his daughter see these, it will only bring death as they try to find the author, especially if they have the name on the other papers he thought as he settled back in his chair, starting again at the flames. Don't they know what they are doing...
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Honor is the sword I wield...

"If you have to explain why it makes RP sense, then odds are it doesn't" -Leshok (or his DM)

[01:48] Deathwisp: well I always rub the fuzzy part before I pull it off
[01:48] Mave: ...what?
[01:49] Deathwisp: you know, the fuzzy... nvm