Posted by Jaldean on November 12, 2000 at 11:45:53:
In Reply to: My Death... posted by Astillian on November 11, 2000 at 05:10:50:
Damn, you were an old fart, even for an elf :P Sorry to see you go, I enjoyed our interactions. Good luck with your future characters.
Jal
You tell Shokai 'Hey, it seems like I'll be spending some time with you guys now... so have you ever heard the story about Istendil's cow?'
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> Your aging body finally gives out on you.
> You turn into a ghost for an hour.
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> Piaragon wakes you.
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> You say 'ack'
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> The rock-strewn landing
> Rough hewn stones set into the clay of the swampy shoreline make for a
> ill-kept landing here, jutting off into the river to the south. From
> between weed-crowded stones a pair of decaying wooden poles are set into
> the south end of the landing at the water's edge. To the east a dark tower
> of crumbling stone meets the western end of the landing with a wall of sharp
> iron spikes. High narrow windows look down from the tower onto this landing,
> surrounded by the river to the east and south. The shades of the wrathful
> churn the waters to the south and sling stinking clods of mud whenever you
> approach the landing's edge. To the north a field of gray and black grass
> spreads before you.
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> [Exits: north]
> The corpse of Astillian is lying here.
> (Translucent) Piaragon the gnome is here.
> (White Aura) From his boat Phlegyas screams a stream of blasphemies at you.
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> Piaragon says 'Astillian...'
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> You say 'Noo'
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> Piaragon grumbles and growls. You wonder what's wrong....
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> [TROUPE] Astillian: Ack I'm dead
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> who troupe
> [51 Elf Hea] [TROUPE] Proserpina Kaimevaira, Handmaiden of the Harvest Moon
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> [TROUPE] Astillian: Not dead
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> Piaragon says 'I do not beleive that...'
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> [TROUPE] Astillian: But dead dead
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> [Exits: north]
> The corpse of Astillian is lying here.
> (Translucent) Piaragon the gnome is here.
> (White Aura) From his boat Phlegyas screams a stream of blasphemies at you.
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> You are Astillian the Jingle Foot, Lyceum Scribbler, Mocked by a Comfortable Armchair, level 51, 1228 years old (926 hours).
> You are old.
> Race: elf Sex: male Class: bard Hometown: Darsylon
> You have 572/572 hit, 727/727 mana, 602/602 movement.
> You have 4 practices and 0 training sessions.
> You are carrying 1/36 items.
> Your items weigh 30 pounds and 0 ounces (maximum of 327 pounds).
> Str: 18(18) Int: 25(25) Wis: 21(21) Dex: 23(23) Con: 10(10) Chr: 21(21)
> You have scored 681767 exp, and have 0 gold coins.
> Wimpy set to 100 hit points.
> You are standing.
> Armor: pierce: 10 bash: 10 slash: 10 magic: 10
> You are armored against piercing.
> You are armored against bashing.
> You are armored against slashing.
> You are armored against magic.
> Hitroll: 2 Damroll: 3.
> You are good. You have a neutral ethos.
> You have chosen the sphere of Victory.
> You are affected by:
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> [TROUPE] Proserpina: Astillian?
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> Piaragon says 'What can I say... I really liked you.'
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> Piaragon says 'Not many elves are as good as you.'
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> You say 'Yeah'
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> You say 'Thanks'
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> Piaragon says 'Patient.'
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> You smile at him.
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> l in corpse
> The corpse of Astillian contains:
> Nothing.
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> Piaragon says 'Not greedy...'
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> You say 'I wanted to give all me things away'
> [TROUPE] Astillian: Is there a way I can get back to the inn?
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> Piaragon says 'You will be pleased to know that they are ready to move to fourth right now.'
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> You chuckle politely.
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> You say 'Grand'
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> [TROUPE] Proserpina: Where are you... Astillian?
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> [TROUPE] Astillian: In the 5th circle of hell
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> Piaragon says 'I think I will be the next to pass here...'
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> [TROUPE] Astillian: At phlegyas
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> Piaragon says 'It just happens... and we can change nothing.'
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> [TROUPE] Proserpina: I am not at all sure.. I'm afraid. *blushes*
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> You say 'Well I lived to be 1228 years old'
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> [TROUPE] Astillian: Cause I would love to get back to the inn
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> [TROUPE] Astillian: I just don't know how
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> Piaragon says 'All elves live around that... but time did not touch you...'
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> Piaragon says 'I beleive you may ask the gods for aid...'
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> [TROUPE] Proserpina: *sighs* Neither do I.. is there anyone else who might?
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> You say 'I just can't believe it'
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> [TROUPE] Astillian: I'll see
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> You say 'I will'
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> pray I was wondering if I could have some help getting out of here
> You pray to the heavens for help!
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> Piaragon says 'I must go now to fourth to pick them up...'
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> pray I'm kinda dead and I'd like to visit the inn one last time
> You pray to the heavens for help!
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> Piaragon says 'Do you wish to come with me?'
> The corpse of Astillian decays into dust.
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> You say 'Yeah cause If I'm stuck here'
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> follow Piaragon
> huh?
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> You say 'I can't follow you'
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> pray If somebody would be able to return me to the inn I'd really appreciate it
> You pray to the heavens for help!
> l self
> Standing with a slight stoop this elf barely reaches five
> feet six inches. A crimson plumed hat with quill tucked
> into the brim adorns his head. Deep blue eyes peer through
> small round spectacles with a wizened curiosity. His once
> golden skin has turned pale from working inside the bar. A
> dark emerald cloak, with gold trim envelopes his lithe
> frame. A white handkerchief is tucked into his navy blue
> vest pocket. His cream coloured shirt complements his vest
> and matching leggings. Red shoes with tiny bells are worn on
> his feet.
> Astillian, a male elf, is in perfect health.
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> An Immortal has transferred you.
> The Bar of the Eternal Star
> A large wooden bar fills the entire southern wall. Made of a rare red tree,
> it has been finely carved and oiled so that it shines in the dim light. Food
> is scarce near here but mugs and cups of every kind crowd the bar and
> swing through the air for a toast. Shelves behind the bar hold the rare
> ales and beers while large barrels sit stacked with the poorer drinks.
> Stools are scattered about for people to sit, but most stand so they can
> stomp and dance when the moment takes them. A large tapestry hangs
> over the shelves behind the bar. People swarm in and crowd, pressing to
> be nearer, calling out drinks and stumbling to hold on to their own. To
> the north the crowd swirls, dancing and singing in a common area. Eastwards,
> patrons cheer and groan noisily and long tables filled with food lie
> west.
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> [Exits: north east west]
> A partially-finished log raft lies flat on the floor.
> A stout dwarf bouncer hefts his cudgel and looks for trouble.
> A huge, fat man roars with laughter as he passes out drinks.
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> You smile happily.
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> You say 'Great'
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> Shokai uncloaks his presence.
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> You say 'hey Olin'
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> You smile at him.
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> You say 'It's really weird'
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> You say 'This time I didn't come back'
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> You say 'Well it's new experience'
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> Shokai says 'quite'
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> You smile happily.
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> Shokai smiles at you.
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> Astillian looks at his ghostly form.
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> You say 'Hogabooga'
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> Shokai chuckles politely.
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> You say 'Rats'
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> Shokai says 'quite spooky, old man'
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> You smile happily.
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> Shokai says 'so...'
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> Olin the Innkeeper says 'Well.. even the best of things have to end someday, sad as it may seem'
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> You say 'Yeah'
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> You say 'I was really hoping to get us some new workers'
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> Shokai says 'They will come'
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> Olin the Innkeeper says 'but even when a story ends, it's not really over.. just the place where a new story starts off from'
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> Shokai nods at Olin the Innkeeper.
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> Shokai says 'indeed'
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> You say 'True'
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> l Shokai
> A large arial stands before you, his golden eyes blazing with a holy
> fire. Though hard to read his expression seems neither peaceful or hostile.
> A dark black cloak flows down the length of his body, concealing all
> that lies beneath it, save for a soft glow radiating from the arial himself.
> With a roar of wind, and a flash of blinding silvery light he opens
> his cloak. As your eyes adjust to the light surrounding you, you stare
> in amazement. A sphere of silvery flame surrounds the arial. On his
> chest he wears the finest shirt of chainmail you have ever seen. Woven
> into the shirt, in golden chain, the image of a dragon with phoenix
> wings. His arms and legs are covered with equally fine armor. His
> feathers seem to be made of pure silver, each one of them sparkles and
> gleams with it's own light. In his right hand he holds a shield that
> seems to be made purely of Light. In his left hand he holds a huge
> warhammer. Behind him huge wings, pulsing with flame spread out. You
> feel your throat clench slightly when you realise who the figure before you
> is, Shokai the Skyborn, God of Light and Guardian of Thera. He stares
> intently at you...waiting for you to speak. You realise that while he
> is not above showing mercy to those who deserve it, it would perhaps
> be a better idea to keep a good reputation in his mind.
> Shokai, a male arial, is in perfect health.
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> Shokai is using:
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> You say 'Well the only person left is Vironas'
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> Shokai says 'well...Astillian, this I think is a fitting way for me to say goodbye'
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> You say 'Can't believe that old bird outlived me'
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> Shokai puts his flute to his lips.
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> Olin the Innkeeper chuckles politely.
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> You smile happily.
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> A sad, yet strangely upbeat sound of a flute echos across the land.
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> Bright light fills the Inn, the chorus of a thousand long past bards all playing at once.
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> Astillian jingles his chains.
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> Shokai says 'I believe there is a place within this Troupe for you, Astillian'
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> You smile happily.
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> Shokai smiles at you.
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> You say 'I hope so'
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> You say 'Strange not having shoes'
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> You say 'Atleast I have me chains'
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> Shokai says 'say your goodbyes, old man, I'll introduce you to them on the other side'
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> Astillian jingles his chains.
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> Shokai smiles at you.
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> You say 'Ok I will'
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> Shokai reaches out and clasps your hand.
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> clasp Shokai
> You reach over and clasp his hand.
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> Shokai says 'you'll be well remembered, Jingle-Foot'
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> You smile happily.
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> Olin the Innkeeper says 'Certainly true.'
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> Shokai says 'the Light calls me...until we meet again'
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> Shokai bows before you.
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> You nod.
> Eyes filled with blazing light, Shokai soars off to battle, his wings trailing fire.
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> You tell Calarathiel 'Care to come say good bye to me'
> Astillian jingles his chains.
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> You say 'Hogabooga'
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> You grin evilly.
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> As the flute picks up the pace a bit, a heavenly chorus of bards long past begin to join in.
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> Calarathiel sighs.
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> Calarathiel says 'I am sad dear...'
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> You say 'Don't be'
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> Calarathiel tries to have a good time, but she looks very sad.
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> mix liquor bubbling oozing red liquid entitled 'Crimson Scourge'
> Huh?
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> You say 'Ah poop'
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> You say 'I'd mix you a drink'
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> You say 'But I can't'
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> Calarathiel smiles the best she can behind an eyefull of tears.
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> A faint jingling, slowly growing louder joins in the chorus...as Astillian the Jingle-foot's spirit slowly crosses to the other side.
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> Calarathiel says 'Will you watch over my good Brother and Husband dear?'
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> You say 'No problem'
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> Astillian jingles his chains.
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> You say 'Hogabooga'
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> Garenth says 'Greetin's Astillian, I could na'let ye go without sayin' ma'good byes.'
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> Tolman says 'Fortune has smiled upon me, fare lady.'
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> You say 'Please be visable'
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> Macaenth fades into existence.
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> Garenth chuckles at your joke.
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> Garenth says 'Still enforcin' tha'rules...'
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> You say 'Yup'
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> You say 'Till the end'
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> Astillian has restored you.
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> Calarathiel smiles at you.
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> You flex your muscles proudly!
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> Garenth chuckles politely.
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> Calarathiel giggles at herself. she must be nervous or something.
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> Calarathiel says 'Well thank you dear.'
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> Calarathiel winks suggestively at you.