Orianna
Established
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Roleplay posts: 14 
Age: 24
Physical Description: A fair, beautiful young woman standing at 5'02". Her hair, well-maintained, falls in ringlettes to her rear, the end tied off by a green ribbon to keep it from splaying out. She also has a large bundle of her hair in a ponytail, bound by a similar ribbon.
Her wardrobe tends towards greens and golds, colors she believes particularly suits her. Her face is unmarred by battle, or even the slightest imperfections, giving her an almost porcelain appearance.
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Clothes and Equipment: She had, strapped to her waist on an elegantly embroidered belt and scabbard. In it is a thin, wirey blade, the tip of which is particularly pointed.
The rest of her clothing, while immaculate, is merely silks and lace.
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Registered: Jan 18, 2018 21:39:39 GMT -8
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Post by Orianna on Mar 24, 2018 15:06:37 GMT -8
Orianna was a bit at a loss at the Julane's lofty title. It could have meant she was the resident healer for Naoki's household pets for all she knew yet she held herself with an air that made her own name seem quite tame in comparison. If only she had any fancy accolades she could tack onto her own name, perhaps the woman might seem less doubtful about the content of her own phials. They appeared to be a collection of potions and perfume bottles of various sizes and shapes and she realized with some concern that they might not all be entirely legal here in Isra.
She turned her gaze towards Cassandra, letting her take some of the attention away. She hardly relished the Healer calling for the guards when she found out she was carrying a few servings of acid and perhaps a bomb or two.
"I never got your name!" she said aloud, attempting, by social convention, to draw Julane's attention from her current line of thought with the introduction of the woman who had arrived before her.
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Healer Julane Gael
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 27
Physical Description: Healer Julane is a tall, slender woman with soft glacial blue inquisitive eyes and long, silky smooth white hair, falling straight down to about halfway down her back, prim and well taken care of. Her eyebrows are almost always slightly furrowed, and her soft pink lips always turned up into a smile, giving her a gentle, kindly face, despite its slender and otherwise sharp features. Her figure is slim and somewhat muted, with a rather unimpressive bust and legs meant less for outdoorsy physical activity and more for long strides across a library. Her fingers are long and slender, like a pianist's, and although they tend to be utilised more for flipping pages and casting spells, she does "dabble" in the citole, as she puts it, though in reality she's a very proficient musician. Her voice is soft, clear, and crisp, wonderfully suited for calming down patients or ordering nurses around without so much as a raised tone.
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Healer Julane is almost always dressed in her white, plain and yet elegant flowing silken robes, the upper half of which is split to show a long tract of flesh down the centre of her torso, the reason behind this stated to be to disarm patients upon the battlefield by showing them that she is unarmed and not an enemy, although it has the side-effect of looking somewhat unnecessarily immodest. The lower half, however, is slightly thicker, the skirt overlapping on itself once in the front, falling down to right below her ankles to cover her booted feet without making her trip over herself.
She almost always wears a storage belt with phials and small satchels hanging off of it, making a musical clinking as she walks along. A small, ornate and yet primitive round charm with two eagle feathers hanging from leather cords is always on her person, usually latched to her belt, and she has been known to risk her own life to retrieve it if lost. No one knows the purpose of the object, but all know it is sacred to her.
Unlike her mentor, Andraste, Julane doesn't carry about a hefty tome full of spells. Instead, she carries about a compact booklet full of all the incantations, evocations, and charms a healer must know in order to be proficient. In addition to this, her staff is made of solid redwood, straight and well-carved with swirling Elven runes etched into its length, the tip widening and spiralling about to caress a large opal the size of a fist, quite an unusual channelling stone to be upon a mage's staff. Its utility is singular: light, defence, and healing spells, and the stone excels at enhancing those magics, but one will find it difficult if not impossible or extremely dangerous to cast offensive, dark, or blood magic spells using the stone. Luckily, it's perfect for Julane. Although she doesn't know it, Healer Julane is also very good at passive magical suggestion, her words seeming to carry a tone of authority no matter how they're spoken, causing those undefended hearts and minds to be drawn to her ideals.
Registered: Sept 27, 2015 19:17:19 GMT -8
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Post by Healer Julane Gael on Mar 24, 2018 17:08:13 GMT -8
Julane gives Cassandra a disarming smile, unfazed by the rapid speech.
"Well, you know, the Circle of Magi is always looking for new acolytes, if you're truly dedicated to learning more about magic," replies the healer. "There are many wonderful magics you can learn in the Circle that are taught nowhere else. Our absentee leader has passed down much to her students, and we are always eager to share with those who demonstrate an interest in learning."
This was not strictly true; Julane is one of the more trusting Circle Archmagi, many of the others subscribing to the belief that one must become powerful and demonstrate absolute loyalty before learning the secrets the Isranian magi possess.
"I believe in a free exchange of knowledge, personally," she continues. "There is no point to hoarding that which could lead to major advances in the study of the arcane."
She notices Orianna's diversionary tactic, but she fails to pursue her question, instead leaning her waifish frame upon her staff and peering down at the mixed bottles, studying the colouration of the concoctions and their viscosity as they swish about with Orianna's every movement. It's difficult to tell from a simple visual inspection what the substances are, but she figures it would be rude and pointless to cast a divination spell over such a small matter. As long as she doesn't go blowing anybody up, she could carry whatever substances she pleases.
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Lady Cassandra Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 156
Age: 20
Physical Description: Cassandra Winter is a gorgeous scion of House Winter, having inherited the best possible genes from her parents. She has long black hair that ends about midway between her shoulders and her narrow waste. Stunning light blue eyes gaze out from underneath long, well-cared for eyelashes. She has a well-endowed chest, the perfect size for her frame, not too large and not too small. The rest of her curves match that description as well, the best description being "perfectly proportioned."
Clothes and Equipment: She is almost always wearing a dress of some sort, usually one that befits the activity she is doing or the event she is attending, accompanied by matching bracelets, rings, whatever fits the occasio With a few exceptions, she is always wearing a silver necklacethat has a small pendant with her family's crest on it, a gift from her mother when she was very young.
Registered: Jun 30, 2016 10:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Cassandra Winter on Mar 25, 2018 11:47:03 GMT -8
"Lady Cassandra Winter, and yours was?" She said, flashing a rather charming smile but resisting the instinct to curtsy.
She paused as what seemed to be an Enclave apprenticeship was put before her. Cassandra looked a little shocked at first, not sure if she was being serious. Since her brother hadn't wanted her help with her own people...why not? She had nothing to lose and spent most of her time reading or drinking alone in her mansion. Or a combination of the above.
"Is that a sincere offer? I think I would like to do that."
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Orianna
Established
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Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 24
Physical Description: A fair, beautiful young woman standing at 5'02". Her hair, well-maintained, falls in ringlettes to her rear, the end tied off by a green ribbon to keep it from splaying out. She also has a large bundle of her hair in a ponytail, bound by a similar ribbon.
Her wardrobe tends towards greens and golds, colors she believes particularly suits her. Her face is unmarred by battle, or even the slightest imperfections, giving her an almost porcelain appearance.
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Clothes and Equipment: She had, strapped to her waist on an elegantly embroidered belt and scabbard. In it is a thin, wirey blade, the tip of which is particularly pointed.
The rest of her clothing, while immaculate, is merely silks and lace.
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Registered: Jan 18, 2018 21:39:39 GMT -8
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Post by Orianna on Mar 26, 2018 14:01:38 GMT -8
Although her eyes were transfixed on Cassandra as she introduced herself, Orianna was cautiously aware as the healer leaned to get a better look at her phials...and not in a good way either. She was certain even a master alchemist would have a difficult time figuring out what was in a potion not in their possession, 'least not without magic. Even so she seemed to drop it with the same grace that she carried herself with and she couldn't help but feel relieved. She wasn't looking forward to using that smoke bomb and spending an hour making a new one. She was a busy woman!
"I'm Orianna, alchemist and spellsword at your service!" she declared when Cassandra asked for clarification on her name. It was a bit more grandiose than her last introduction, but she felt a little out of her element here and inflating her own ego a bit never hurt. Just have to say it with confidence! Besides, it wasn't as if she were lying anyways. "Free knowledge?" Orianna asked when the subject arose. "You teach that stuff for free? M-maybe I could spare the time to browse your library..."
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Healer Julane Gael
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 27
Physical Description: Healer Julane is a tall, slender woman with soft glacial blue inquisitive eyes and long, silky smooth white hair, falling straight down to about halfway down her back, prim and well taken care of. Her eyebrows are almost always slightly furrowed, and her soft pink lips always turned up into a smile, giving her a gentle, kindly face, despite its slender and otherwise sharp features. Her figure is slim and somewhat muted, with a rather unimpressive bust and legs meant less for outdoorsy physical activity and more for long strides across a library. Her fingers are long and slender, like a pianist's, and although they tend to be utilised more for flipping pages and casting spells, she does "dabble" in the citole, as she puts it, though in reality she's a very proficient musician. Her voice is soft, clear, and crisp, wonderfully suited for calming down patients or ordering nurses around without so much as a raised tone.
Clothes and Equipment: ===========================================
Healer Julane is almost always dressed in her white, plain and yet elegant flowing silken robes, the upper half of which is split to show a long tract of flesh down the centre of her torso, the reason behind this stated to be to disarm patients upon the battlefield by showing them that she is unarmed and not an enemy, although it has the side-effect of looking somewhat unnecessarily immodest. The lower half, however, is slightly thicker, the skirt overlapping on itself once in the front, falling down to right below her ankles to cover her booted feet without making her trip over herself.
She almost always wears a storage belt with phials and small satchels hanging off of it, making a musical clinking as she walks along. A small, ornate and yet primitive round charm with two eagle feathers hanging from leather cords is always on her person, usually latched to her belt, and she has been known to risk her own life to retrieve it if lost. No one knows the purpose of the object, but all know it is sacred to her.
Unlike her mentor, Andraste, Julane doesn't carry about a hefty tome full of spells. Instead, she carries about a compact booklet full of all the incantations, evocations, and charms a healer must know in order to be proficient. In addition to this, her staff is made of solid redwood, straight and well-carved with swirling Elven runes etched into its length, the tip widening and spiralling about to caress a large opal the size of a fist, quite an unusual channelling stone to be upon a mage's staff. Its utility is singular: light, defence, and healing spells, and the stone excels at enhancing those magics, but one will find it difficult if not impossible or extremely dangerous to cast offensive, dark, or blood magic spells using the stone. Luckily, it's perfect for Julane. Although she doesn't know it, Healer Julane is also very good at passive magical suggestion, her words seeming to carry a tone of authority no matter how they're spoken, causing those undefended hearts and minds to be drawn to her ideals.
Registered: Sept 27, 2015 19:17:19 GMT -8
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Post by Healer Julane Gael on Mar 27, 2018 17:25:00 GMT -8
The healer inclines her head affirmatively with a faint smile.
"Indeed it is," she replies to the noblewoman, "although it won't be an easy journey. Our training regimen is long and difficult, any not everyone is up to the task. If you succeed, however, you will have the power and knowledge of all those who came before you at your fingertips. You will be one of the most powerful casters of your age, as the Circle is unrivaled in all the lands. Prove yourself and you may even one day become an archmage like myself, and gain yet more magical prowess."
At the woman's acceptance, the healer glances over the noble's dress. She'd always been disapproving of the non-traditional wear donned by the new Minister, but it was never a rule to wear enchanted robes, she supposes.
"Now, traditional magi carry a staff with a focusing crystal attuned to their mana flow, in order to cast stronger spells that tax the body less, though this is not necessarily a requirement. However, I find that a great first step in any mage's journey is to craft one themselves, using their own personal stone or jewel. I will teach you how to attune yourself to a focusing crystal, if you please. Each precious stone or jewel holds a particular affinity for a certain school of magic; mine, for instance, is an opal, excellent at focusing lumomancy -- or light magic as it's more commonly called -- but dismal at focusing more aggressive magics. My mentor's is...was...black onyx, best attuned to the power of pyromancy. Think about this, and whether you would like a staff. In the meantime, report to the Enclave. Tell them the First Healer sent you, and present them with this. They will know you are genuine," she explains, tugging a small token etched with a hieroglyph of two snakes rearing up at one another, venom dripping from their well-detailed fangs. A twisted staff stands between the two carved creatures, resembling Julane's own.
She turns to Orianna and nods.
"Indeed, that is my philosophy. Some of the other magi, well...they aren't all so open-minded. They think me naïve, I think them paranoid," she replies, shrugging her shoulders with a slightly sheepish smile.
"I would be happy to teach you what I know about alchemy, of course, as long as you were to give me your blood-oath to use it for the good of society, rather than for foul deeds. Most of my concoctions are used for healing, however, rather than...er...spell-swording. Are you still interested?"
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Lady Cassandra Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 156
Age: 20
Physical Description: Cassandra Winter is a gorgeous scion of House Winter, having inherited the best possible genes from her parents. She has long black hair that ends about midway between her shoulders and her narrow waste. Stunning light blue eyes gaze out from underneath long, well-cared for eyelashes. She has a well-endowed chest, the perfect size for her frame, not too large and not too small. The rest of her curves match that description as well, the best description being "perfectly proportioned."
Clothes and Equipment: She is almost always wearing a dress of some sort, usually one that befits the activity she is doing or the event she is attending, accompanied by matching bracelets, rings, whatever fits the occasio With a few exceptions, she is always wearing a silver necklacethat has a small pendant with her family's crest on it, a gift from her mother when she was very young.
Registered: Jun 30, 2016 10:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Cassandra Winter on Mar 29, 2018 11:48:54 GMT -8
Lady Cassandra listened with keen intent to the First Healer's offer, her mind made up in an instant.
"I accept." She stated calmly, eyes burning bright as she stood just a little bit taller. Her attention was obviously taken by the mention of the Black onyx, pyromancy was exactly the sort of thing she was struggling to control on her own at the moment. Cassandra took the offered token, hands trembling ever so slightly, the woman was incredibly nervous, her hands the only indicator of this.
"Should I begin on that now? Or report now? Or is it too late in the day?" Came a breathless, yet excited, reply, the woman only now remembering to breathe.
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Orianna
Established
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Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 24
Physical Description: A fair, beautiful young woman standing at 5'02". Her hair, well-maintained, falls in ringlettes to her rear, the end tied off by a green ribbon to keep it from splaying out. She also has a large bundle of her hair in a ponytail, bound by a similar ribbon.
Her wardrobe tends towards greens and golds, colors she believes particularly suits her. Her face is unmarred by battle, or even the slightest imperfections, giving her an almost porcelain appearance.
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Clothes and Equipment: She had, strapped to her waist on an elegantly embroidered belt and scabbard. In it is a thin, wirey blade, the tip of which is particularly pointed.
The rest of her clothing, while immaculate, is merely silks and lace.
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Registered: Jan 18, 2018 21:39:39 GMT -8
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Post by Orianna on Apr 3, 2018 9:00:58 GMT -8
When Julane asked for her oath, Orianna leaned back slightly, as if imperceptibly trying to put some distance between them. Who was to say what the "Good of society" even was? She decided that however she looked at it, that the good of her purse was slightly more in her line of interest. Besides, if this woman was a healer, she wouldn't find herself learning any new invisibility potions, bombs or acids. In addition, her focus still remained on Illusion magic rather than her relative side-hobby.
"Well, I wouldn't want to take advantage of your hospitality." she replied, smiling charmingly. "I'm not sure you'd be able to teach me what I need. More importantly, I don't think you'l like what I'd do with it." she added playfully. "Besides, I'm not interested in sitting around with a bunch of wrinkly old bastards who'll be suspicious of me." the images she had in mind were likely not entirely accurate, but she imagined a dozen pruney old men in long conical hats sitting around some sort of long table complaining about magic and the weather.
Turning her attention back to Cassandra she raised a hand in a wave. "Good luck with that, beautiful, I'm staying on the side of freedom. Look me up when you're a big shot magi if you don't forget."
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The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 468
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Apr 3, 2016 10:52:37 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Dec 14, 2018 9:29:20 GMT -8
Flurries of snow and near-palpable anticipation fill the air in the Central Plaza on the eve of Yuletide. A crowd is gathering as the sun begins to set -- so early in the day. With the approaching Solstice, daylight hours are few, and Isra’s nightlife is especially prominent, despite the cold.
Guards gesture for the crowds to stay back, away from the workers and their work. The statue that usually stands in the middle of the Plaza has been removed and replaced with a huge log, which is to be burned as part of the Yuletide celebrations. The lighting ceremony is to take place in only a few hours, and the workers are pressing hard to meet that deadline.
As opposed to merely placing the log in the Plaza and setting it alight, a pyre of sorts is being constructed, consisting primarily of four thick stone walls, positioned to keep the log from rolling. That would be a… significant problem, let it suffice to say. In addition, kindling in the form of smaller logs and branches is being placed around the sides, to keep the fire burning strong. The hope is that people will have enough common sense not to climb over the wall, but the materials for a fence are prepared nearby, to be erected after the lighting ceremony.
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114 
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Dec 14, 2018 16:13:35 GMT -8
Not too far away from the pyre, but towards the background of the affair, a couple of fire wagons and their crews stood on alert in case the planned inferno would grow out of control. Most of the crew personnel were in half uniform, wearing their thick pants and boots but decided to leave their heavy coats on the truck, and opt for their regular red flannel shirts only, as the heavy pants provided more than enough warmth.
Among those attending with the fire brigade was a beaming and chatty Chief Decker, standing apart from his men in that he wasn't wearing any firefighting gear at all, instead opting for his dress uniform and a long, red hat with a fur lining and fur ball tip for headgear. And that Fire Wagon 1, a bright red, sparkling (meaning freshly cleaned and waxed) marvel, was festively decorated with garland and tinsel; and was swarming with young children and children at heart that inspected every brass fixture with a mixture of wonder and inspiration.
Montag had to admit, it was much better public relations to be a fireman instead of being a member of the guard. Besides, they were better than the guard anyways. He held a tankard full of a rather boozy eggnog, something that he did share in common with his men. If their firefighting skills would be hampered by the rather generous kegs they had of the liquor, along with various beers and ales for those who didn't like eggnog, it waited to be seen.
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Dec 15, 2018 9:19:41 GMT -8
Kaelie tried to keep the grimace off her face as she held on tightly to Harvey's arm as the "older" gentleman (because she was older than him by quite a bit but he was the one who carried it in his face) guided her into the plaza. The mass of milling humans immediately made her nervous even though in the wake of the terrorist attack at The Midnight Sun, people had begrudgingly begun to accept her as part of the community. She didn't even get glared at usually on the street anymore. And they all seemed far too consumed in their merry making to notice her anyway.
"Here we are, slow and steady wins the race hm?" Harvey said with a smile up at Kaelie who looked back down at him to give him a small smile nodding in return. The older firefighter had been a regular presence at her beside as she recovered from her injuries. He was partially the reason that she had even made the venture out of the firehouse to the festivities. Though she was mostly recovered, she wouldn't have been able to make the trip by her lonesome and she wouldn't have wanted to. So when he asked if she would accompany him, she saw it as the perfect opportunity.
He was only part of the reason she came out. The other part was standing, looking all too comfortable surrounded his men and the festival attendees. Kaelie's thumb worried at the parchment she had plucked from the box that he had left at her bedside not 2 days prior. He had asked her to come.
But why? To show off to other how "well-trained" he had her? Maybe the officials wanted to see how she was progressing?
Or maybe as his... date?
Quickly Kaelie shook her head dismissing the notion, and fortunately for Harvey she had plaited it into an elegant braid with bits of holly decorating it so he didn't get smacked with her pigtails.There was no way. Her mind had been filled with all kinds of treasonous thoughts since the accident. She still couldn't understand why she did it. Why she saved those humans.
Why she saved him.
She'd been avoiding him for that purpose for the past month, pretending to be sleeping whenever he visited. She needed time to think. But even after a month she was no closer to finding the answer.
"Oh! There's the Chief. How about you go over and say hello while I go get us some drinks." The older retired fireman said suddenly pulling her out of her daze. She blinked twice and looked up about to offer to switch but the man was already off. Damn, for an older guy he could apparently move when he wanted to. She grimaced slightly before she slowly turned to look in the direction Harvey indicated before booking it and she felt her cheeks burn slightly as he heart stuttered when her eyes landed on Montag for the first time in a month. He looked... well. In his element and comfortable with himself. He didn't seem to have any remnants of injuries which made her breathing a bit easier but not by much.
She hesitated a moment before she slowly walked up behind him, her hands folded in front of her. She worried a bit about the fit of the crimson dress she wore, hoping the bandages that still wrapped around her torso weren't too obvious. The white cape that Raelyn had snuck into the box fit snugly around her shoulders and fended off the slight chill. The choker as always sat encircling the column of her neck jingling slightly, matching with the clicking of the white flats she wore. She hesitated the closer she drew to Montag, suddenly having second thoughts.
Maybe he had only invited her to be nice? Maybe he wouldn't be glad to see her there thinking it just meant that he had to babysit her. The hand that had been slowly outstretching to tap on his shoulder halted as she started to think if she could make her escape but it was far too late.
"Juniper? You came! It's good to see you out of the station!" Frank suddenly called out loudly to her, waving haphazardly, already feeling the effects of one too many glasses of nog. Kaelie winced at that, cursing her luck as she shyly waved back to him.
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Jirk
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Physical Description: Jirk has a small rounded face with little beady eyes and a cheeky grin that's hard to wipe off his face. His hair is blond and shoulder long and he has brown eyebrows.
Clothes and Equipment: Jirk weark a green striped pants and a flowing red mantel with elaborate patterns that covers a white tunic. His alpaca is similarly well fitted with satchels, a neck scarf and colorful additions to the rains and and such. He always has his silver flute somewhere nearby.
Allegiances: Upstanding Citizen's Brigade
Registered: Nov 1, 2018 23:14:40 GMT -8
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Post by Jirk on Dec 15, 2018 13:45:42 GMT -8
"Oh..? Ohhh...!" Jirk said as he looked at the giant log being set ablaze as he quietly dismounted his alpaca and looked at the fire with great eyes as his grin widened with a childish expectation. "I wonder what that would look like blowing up huh?" he said excited and looked at his alpaca. "This would be exactly the thing cousin Gazuu would have loved to tinker with!" he explained the Alpaca as it spat on the ground.
"Hmm... W-what are you saying?" Jirk responded and put his ear close to the mouth of the alpaca. "Oh-oh yeah! What a merry idea, that would be so cool!" Jirk answered the silent Alpaca as he jumped a couple of times and clapped his hands. "I say: let's do it!" Jirk said and mounted his alpaca again. "Fooorwaaards...!" he shouted as he played a short tune on his flute while they raced towards the wall as the alpaca made a rather impressive leap for its size the trajectory well in the clear of the top of the fence and would reach the other side if nothing else came in his way and thus the road to lots of fun would be clear.
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Dec 16, 2018 13:47:08 GMT -8
Montag was sharing a deep, joyous laugh with a town official that had come up to shoot the breeze and partake in the "festivities". Montag wasn't sure the position the official sat in the city government, probably vice president to the coffee maker of the secretarial committee on public road works or something bureaucratically similar in function if not a longer and more monotonous title, but at least he was a joy to talk to and forget ever meeting in the future. He slapped the man heartily on the shoulder to dismiss him as he turned to face the source of Frank's calling.
His heart skipped an unexpected beat when he saw Juniper. Even though the warmth in his eyes didn't show it, he had been quite worried she would not appear. Or perhaps he was worried if she would appear? Maybe a mixture of the two, if not some other untold reason that swirled in his gut with the eggnog. However he thought about it, he was happy she was at least out of bed.
He was silent for a long moment as a flood of memories of untold and unadmitted anxieties of the past month came to the fore of his mind. There were the sleepless or very little sleep filled nights and the untold of numbers of pots upon pots of coffees haze that he had experienced the first week that she was under, not being allayed whenever he came to check on her condition and still seeing her asleep everytime. Guilt at allowing himself to be stupid enough to put them in a position where they could get hurt, guilt at allowing her to push him out of the way, guilt at his own weakness to protect her.
And that brought him to the next few weeks of wondering. Sure he would feel guilty for putting any of his men in such a position, but this seemed... deeper, more raw and painful than any other guilt he had experienced. Why would this feel different for her? Maybe because he was her guardian? Maybe, but that seemed too easy an explanation.
And yet every time he stopped by to try and talk to her to perhaps figure out what he was feeling by talking to her, since obviously thinking alone wasn't getting him anywhere, she was always asleep. An implacable marble statue made of auburn hair and soft pink skin and white bandages. At least only to him it seemed. Harvey kept him informed on her condition, and Frank would often talk to her. But whenever he was around, she was asleep.
So that led to the attempted bribery of the past week. He would stop by the bakery near his apartment to pick up her favorite pastries (apple streusels, freshly made daily) and would sit by her bedside for as long as he could before work pulled him away. He would always leave the box by her bedside, not wanting to force her to get up to grab it from his office, as that seemed a step too cruel for the answering of a simple question... or in this case a not so simple question.
Finally, he realized he wasn't going to make any headway this way, always going to keep seeing the same scene daily, taunting him endlessly. A quick visit to Raelyn Fletcher got the dress, cape, and shoes he needed, all wrapped in a neat box and with a hand written note from him on the bottom. A simple request, and hopefully a good night out of bed for her. He left this box under the box of apple streusel for her to discover when she woke up.
And standing in front of her, all he could do was stand for a few moments with a goofy grin glued to his face. Finally realizing what he must look like to her, a fool stuck in his own mind, he dashed off his cap too quickly and messed up his hair. "You look lovely Juniper. Thank you..." he didn't quite finish his sentence, as he had no idea what to thank her for. For showing up? For wearing what he brought her? For being so lovely? He didn't quite know.
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Dec 16, 2018 15:17:19 GMT -8
Juniper's cheeks flushed as she was suddenly the complete center of Montag's attention. For some reasons, she couldn't find it in herself to look up into those churning ashen colored eyes she knew were watching her carefully. Did she look ridiculous? He picked her clothing so it couldn't be that... could it? Maybe it didn't suit her? Or her hair was a wreck- he wasn't used to seeing her without her pigtails but she wasn't quite able to hold her arms up for so long to do it-
"You look lovely Juniper."
His voice cut through all of her thoughts like a hawk swooping in and snatching up an unsuspecting mouse. But it was her attention and heart strings that he hand locked solidly in his talons. She barely noticed his trailing thank you, so absorbed in the simple phrase. He couldn't have meant anything by it. Humans weren't bound by their words as she was. But still, her cheeks burned a soft silver at his words as she peeked back up at him.
Her heart stumbled and thudded faster seeing him still looking down at her, his hair mussed in such a way she could imagine her fingers running through it to set it back in it's proper order.
Or mussing it up more in the midst of-
Kaelie's eyes snapped down her eyes wide. She needed to get a hold of herself! He was just a human! Nothing more, nothing less. Trying to explain that to her thudding heart was an effort in vain though.
"T-Thank you-" Damn it now her voice was rebelling as well?! "-for... inviting me." She waved the parchment paper slightly that was already worn and slightly singed from her nervous fiddling. "And for the dress. A-As well as... uhm... everything." What was she doing?! This was an embarrassment to all Fae at this point. "You uhm... You look well."
Was it too late to turn tail and hide in the fire station for the rest of her immortal life? It was looking more appealing by the second.
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Dec 16, 2018 16:00:48 GMT -8
Montag could feel something of a choke... or perhaps a chuckle? at the back of his throat as she stumbled through her own reply as well. Apparently the immaculately made statue could feel emotion as well, much like the ancient myth... certainly heat, as he noticed the singed letter waving in her hand. He still kept his composure and didn't dare chuckle, or change his expression, or much of anything to be quite honest as he was transfixed by how beautiful the silver blush highlighted her elegant cheek bones. He absentmindedly answered, "Yeah... yeah, thanks to you. I've be-"
He was suddenly bumped into from behind by someone, perhaps that bureaucrat from before, and nearly jolted into Juniper. He barely managed to cease his forward momentum from crashing into her, and instinctively wrapped his arms around her to stop the domino effect, though it was done gingerly due to her injuries. He held her for a long moment before he realized the position they were in and slowly, almost hesitantly let go.
Hesitantly? Damnit Montag, he silently chided himself as he tried to regain himself in the swirling thoughts of how much she smelled of juniper berries, and how that seemed to seep into every fabric of her clothing... and into his as well. He absentmindedly wondered if she wore perfume, or if that was natural, and that line of thought almost took him down a rabbit trail before he pulled himself back to the moment and almost hastily asked, "W-would you like something to drink? Or a bite to eat?"
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Dec 16, 2018 18:53:57 GMT -8
When Montag suddenly lurched forward towards her, she instinctively shut her eyes and cowered a bit expecting a shock of pain. Her shock was palpable as she instead felt two gentle but strong hands encircle her waist and hold her carefully against himself. She could swear for those moments her heart stopped beating as her eyes slowly opened seeing him wrapped around her and only seeing his chest. She stared for a few long moments before she remembered and forced herself to start breathing slowly. Just as her eyes started creeping up to look at him, did she feel him hesitantly start to release her.
Almost immediately her hand twitched in the direction of his retreating arms but she forced them back, instead resting her palm on his abdomen. Things were getting... dangerous. She could tell. Her heart was turning in all kinds of ways and she didn't know what to do.
She didn't know if she wanted to do something...
Montag's question was a welcome distraction from the fact she still hadn't moved away from him and her warm hands were still fisted slightly resting against him. "Oh uhm... Harvey went to get me something to drink apparently. He walked with me here." She explained before she turned and slowly removed her hands. "Maybe I should... Well I should go... find him." She said as she pulled away from him slowly, taking her warmth with her.
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Dec 16, 2018 19:51:51 GMT -8
Montag's cheeks turned a brighter red, and it wasn't due to the effects of the eggnog anymore. The warmth from her hands seeped through the cotton of his dress shirt, burning into the sea of unknown thoughts and desires churning in his stomach. Her soft, incredible hands seemed to try and singe his shirt, but he wouldn't mind in the slightest if she burned it off him.
He didn't know why, couldn't control why, but his hand darted out to her shoulder as she attempted to pull away from him. He was left speechless by his own actions for a few moments, trying to figure out what had possessed him to do such a thing, but he hastily added, "W-we should search for him together. It's a big crowd, and even if he's getting on there in years he's still plenty wiley. I should know, he still beats me in chess." He added a nervous chuckle at the end, trying to convince himself that's all he meant.
"Besides, I would greatly enjoy going on a walk with you... if you don't mind, that is," he tacked onto the end, the nervousness obviously palpable as his adam's apple bobbed deeply as he tried to swallow away nervousness that attempted to crawl from his gut. Damnit Montag, the doubter tickled from the back of his mind, way to start off on the right foot.
Just be glad I didn't swallow it, he retorted back to himself.
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Dec 17, 2018 15:47:55 GMT -8
Kaelie blinked as his hand was suddenly on her shoulder catching her before she could make her escape and hopefully cool her head. She for some reason didn't shrug his hand off her shoulder as she listened to him offer to come with her. Her blue tinted green eyes darted up to hid face curiously wondering what might be possessing him to act this way. She could tell that he'd been enchanted by some spirits of the alcoholic nature, but otherwise... He seemed to be largely in control of himself. She was silent for a bit as she processed his offer before she decided.
There was no real reason to say no was there? And that might be more suspicious. There wasn't any real... harm to it was there?
"... Alright. You know how to navigate this area better than I could anyway.... Uhm... Go ahead and lead." She said not meeting his eyes as she fidgeted with the parchment still in her hands, the singe marks becoming far more extensive.
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Dec 17, 2018 17:00:12 GMT -8
Montag found himself lost, yet again for this night, in her eyes, seeming to notice the for what seemed like the first time how the streaks of blue seemed like creeks amidst summer meadows. He realized he could be lost in her eyes for days, exploring every hidden secret within. But then she looked away, seeming to pull him back to a rather bleak reality, even if there were the cacophony of colors from the celebrations.
"We should walk side by side," he countered, probably a bit too hastily he realized a second later, "I don't want to accidentally lose in this crowd," or ever he pondered, though he was almost surprised by that thought. Almost. "And besides, you're still injured, so..." he offered her his arm to support herself on, not bothering to finish the thought.
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Dec 17, 2018 19:13:27 GMT -8
Kaelie looked at the offered arm with a bit of hesitation. I mean... she'd held onto HArvey's arm the entire walk over. And that had been fine. How could holding onto Montag's arm be any different?" With that in mind she stepped forward then giving a slight nod. "If you insist then. I won't argue." She said as she slipped her left arm through the loop Montag had offered her before she rested her right hand on his forearm. Her body instinctively inched closer to him till she was pretty much pressed against him.
She tried to keep her chest a bit away from Montag but there was no doubt he'd be able to feel her heart fluttering irregularly against the back of his arm. But she pretended as if it was normal. "Uhm... Harvey said he would be heading to get us some drinks so if you know where that is..."
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
_______________________________________________________
Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Dec 18, 2018 19:40:25 GMT -8
If it was indeed possible, Montag's cheeks turned an even brighter red as he felt Juniper intertwine her arm and soft hand on his and squeeze even closer. He absentmindedly thought that even though she lived in a forest for most her life, her hands weren't weathered or calloused, instead feeling almost like satin. Almost without thinking, he placed his other hand on top of her's, giving some reassurance... to himself? to her? For both? To give reassurance to whoever needed it that he was there for them.
Having checked on her pulse rather frequently from the first time they met... perhaps a generous term for her lighting some houses on fire and launching herself at him... he knew that her pulse was off beat. But he knew that it wasn't because she was still recovering, he had checked on it frequently... And that only made him more nervous. Was she afraid of him? What had he done? Had he drunk too much? Oh God, why was he such a fool?
He swallowed back his apprehension and nodded towards one of the further away wagons and a table set in front of it, piled high with kegs and various Christmas treats. "If I were to have to guess, I would suspect he's somewhere over there."
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