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[i]A tall, cloaked stranger appears at the back of the bar, much like Luck does when he visits. He sits in the same booth that Luck and Ambition had.
On his back is what seems to be a scabbard, wrapped completely in fabric as to hide it from view. The scabbard is large and unwieldy, though he leaves it on his back as he sits. [/i]
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[i]A small fishy humanoid in simple attire walks over to you. [/i] “Excuse me, sir, are you a scholar by any chance?”
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[i]His hood shifts as he looks up. He looks curiously at the creature for a moment before saying[/i] “Among other things, yes.”
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“Ahh, you are what I’m looking for!” [i]He looks around carefully, then takes a seat. [/i] “My masters want me to learn as much as I can to make this place more fitting to my people’s biology, so that’s why I’m looking for like the smartest people.”
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“Your biology... Might I ask what is so anomalous about your biology?”
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“Well, we are more suited to breathing water, thus, the gills.” [i]He turns his head, and displays his gills at the side of his neck. [/i]
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“Hmm... leaning more on the “eldritch aberration,” side, huh?” [i]He very suddenly breaks eye contact and sets his hands on the table. An inky black substance and the fibers of the wood give life to a large tome.[/i]
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[i]The fishy fellow takes a sudden interest in the tome. [/i] “Excuse me, what is that book?
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“A runebook. I use it mostly for complex measurements for sophisticated spells and rituals.” [i]The book whirls open to a page labeled, “Standard balances and fluctuations of the forces of Soul and Null within the Offtopic realm.” The page and its continuation duplicate, producing new, identical papers that slide off the previous ones.[/i] “This should help to a degree.”
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[i]He bows and thanks you profusely, his speech slipping into Kuo Toan for a bit of it. [/i]
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[i]He takes note of the language and copies the words in phonetic symbols.[/i]
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A Shadow Of Crowley walks in and bows to Lord Sylver* “Lord Sylver. May I sit?”
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[i]He glanced up, says,[/i] “Ah, Crowley. No wonder you were able to recognize me.” [i]He gestured to the seat.[/i] “Be my guest.”
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“Thank you. How is the Valley? Still beautiful as ever?”
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[i]He nods.[/i] “Beautiful here, terrible there. Quasi-existent over there. All is well.”
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“I’m glad. While the main physical part of me is dealing with insanity, I thought it would be useful to see the dimensions a bit. And get out more.”
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[i]He nodded again.[/i] “It can’t hurt. I’ve been out and about as well,” [i]he said, gesturing at the wrapped scabbard on his back.[/i]
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“Good. I’m thankful you decided to partake.”
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"I'm always up for a rightful challenge. [i]Especially[/i] when that challenge is forging weapons."
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“I bet. I believe your weapon will be the sword that goes to my daughter. Oddly enough, it was as if you knew what she needed the most.”
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"I put a lot of thought into my pieces. All of them are made for a purpose, and that purpose often weaves itself into the weapon."
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“Thankfully. I couldn’t have crafted a better weapon.”
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[i]He nods his head in acknowledgement.[/i] "You flatter me. Now, are there any other matters than need attending?"
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“Not currently. Thank you for your time.” The Shadow gets up to leave*
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[i]Sylver nods his head one last time, sits back, and enjoys his hot chocolate.[/i]
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“Why hello sir! Who might you be, and what do you want?”
