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World’s End Tavern: Role-play and Fan Fiction
Dalaen stared at Vince and Hal as Zurom conversed with his stealthed succubus. He was visibly annoyed, though less at the humans and more at those people, and demons, in his general vicinity.

Dalaen got to his feet upon Zurom's suggestion to go try talking to her again, answering the question, "Yes." He grabbed Iviaen by the robe collar and yanked him along.

Iviaen didn't seem to much mind, he remained pretty spaced out with the catifact in his hands.

Dalaen walked over to Hahnai and stood off to the side, with Iviaen beside her coin jar. He waited for Zurom to head over and try talking to her again.

When Cosmo, I'm not sure what Cosmo is exactly, flew over to drop coins in the jar, it disrupted Iviaen's idle fantasizing about sexy domineering librarians. Oh my. He snapped back to reality, looked over at Cosmo and half-shouted, "Oi! Who let that [whateverkindofcreaturecosmois] in here?"
Zurom simply rose to is feet and followed Dalaen and Iviaen towards Hahnai with Nazxia still cloaked behind him. It was finally time to get some information of what kind of magic the lute had. Zurom hadn't paid much attention to Hal and Vince as they didn't give off any magic, but Nazxia was more suspicious so she started to listen in on what the said. Once in front of Hahnai Zurom simply asked.

Zurom : May we have a moment of your time, I have a few questions regarding your instrument.
The patrons were being very kind and Hahnai was happy. She sang her heart out and carefully strummed the magical lute. Her pretty teal eyes met the gaze of anyone who cam forward and she never missed a beat or clear note of the song she was singing.

These were simple songs and her voice was angelic, the lute adding the special quality by making it impossible for her to make a mistake. When the blood elves approached again she smiled and nodded to them. "Good evening sirs, do my songs please you?" her sweet tone indicating she was happy and content.

She did not seem to be shy or withdrawn as she had the last time they came to her. When the celestial dragonling swept up to her she grinned in delight and trilled a sweet counter to its chirp. Glancing at the Sindorei in the corner she tilted her head and nodded in appreciation. The tips would make all the difference in the world to her. Giving her an opportunity to continue her journey.

"My lute? Oh...I found it in some old ruins...a long ways from here. It was an old mansion hidden in the forest of Tirisfal. Well I think it was a mansion, it looked like it might have been grand at one time. I am guessing it belonged to a human noble. From the state it was in, maybe even before the time of Arthas. I found the lute and this pretty blue gown. When I picked it up I could sense the magic coming from it." she went on in a hushed tone as they gathered around her.

"There was a spoke to me...something about finding a new home for the lute. I am not sure what kind of magic it is, but I can play almost any song and flawlessly. It has helped me make my way across the whole of this continent. I always loved to sing. It helps I can accompany myself on this lovely lute. Thank you so much for the coins! I will not be here more than a few days, then I must move on. It seems I have a wanderlust in me...I cannot stay more than a few days anywhere. Does that answer your questions?" she looked from one to the other with a sweet smile.
Zurom looked back at Hahnai and answered.

Zurom: Well it certainly answered a great deal of my questions. Oh, how rude of me, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Zurom.

Zurom paused for a moment, and looked at the lute. Remembering that the song it had the bard play.

Zurom: However, I still have a few more. I guess the first would be, are you aware that this isn't the first time we talked? I was over here earlier while you where shining with an odd aura. during that conversation you told be you where human and you acted different. It seems as though that lute of your may be haunted and using you to rely messages to the living world. Perhaps that ghost that talked to you wanted to come along for the ride.
Iviaen shakes his head a few times, now fully back in reality. He rattles off a question, "Did you know i gave you that amulet?" He points to the amulet.

Dalaen crossed his arms, "Just when did you get the artifact? Have you been losing time or experiencing odd sensations?"

Iviaen leaned forwards and half-whispers to her, "Has anyone strange been following you? These types of things can attract lots of attention. Some from folks like us, but also from malicious types."
A look of puzzlement came from her face as Hahnai looked at Iviaen. "You gave me something? Oh! I wondered where it came from, its very pretty...but I do not remember." her head swam with confusion as they asked her all these questions.

She looked at Dalaen and frowned slightly. "It was about three or four years ago...I memories seem to be sometimes...twisted. I remember where I found it. And the things I found with it. Odd sensations? Now that you mention it...sometimes I forget where I am. But I was told its very common. Maybe because I like the mead..." she blushed and turned away. All this attention was making her very uncomfortable.

Zurom introduced himself and she smiled at him, "Nice to meet you Zurom. I am Hahnai Dawnsinger. We talked before? I do not remember...this is all so confusing. I am a Sindorei, just like you least I think you are...unless you are hiding something from us." she frowned slightly as she sensed the demon's presence.

The two humans at the table nearby hooted and yelled, "Hey, leave the singer alone!! Don't scare her off like you did before. Let her sing!" Hal looked over at the bartender and frowned. "Hey don't you have some kind of protection for your entertainers? I mean usually people don't just get allowed to run up to the stage and bug the Bard! Make them move so she goes back to singing!"

The goblin behind the bar scowled, he agreed with the humans for once. Hahnai was a good singer and she seemed to be stressed with the elves crowding around her. He motioned to the bouncers who came up to the elves and pulled them away from the stage. "Yeah...boss says ya sit down and don't bug the singer. Look ya makin' her nervous! Go sit!"

Hahnai blushed, she did not like being the cause of trouble. "Please sit down...I will sing for more questions please." her eyes pleading with them to go before the bouncers got rough.
Iviaen and Dalaen are escorted back to their table.

Iviaen has a grip on the squirming catifact with both hands. He's seated without much hassle. He sets the catifact on the table and it crawls back in his lap.

Dalaen is relocated with his arms crossed, almost needing to be dragged. He doesn't fight back but gives the humans a glare unlike any that he had given them previously given them. If looks could kill they'd be dead, and probably on fire. Yes, all the fire.

Dalaen puffs up once at his seat and begins packing the artifacts into the brown sack from before, ranting something about artifacts and knowledge. He then hits the goblins where it actually hurt, the profit.

"Well I never. I guess this is what I get for trying to be nice and trying to help someone." he then turns to Iviaen, "Come on Brightblaze. We can find some other, more appreciative place to spend our gold for a night's stay."

Iviaen shook his head and got up, putting the catifact on his shoulder. He drops a coin or two on his table to cover their last round but leaves no tip. He heads to the door, stops for a moment, shakes his head no, and is out of the establishment.

Dalaen gave Hahnai a stoic look, "Can't help you now, you're on your own." He, too, then steps out the door. Go go angry customer.

The magic folks sit down on the edge of the dock beside the small overturned boat and take some time to look up at the stars.
Just like Iviaen and Dalaen, Zurom was escorted back to the table. After seeing Iviaen and Dalaen leave and bidding them a simple goodbye, Zurom decide to step out as well. He was unsure how he was going to help anyone now but, was sure he had to. Zurom left the bar and Nazxia followed him. Once, he was a far enough from the bar, Still in eye shot of the entrance but far enough Nazxia no longer needed to cloak herself. Zurom and Nazxia could see Iviaen and Dalaen from where they where and vice versa. Nazxia uncloaked herself and began to speak.

Nazxia: Well, what now?

Zurom: Unsure. I told you we shouldn't have bothered her when she was on stage.

Nazxia: Yeah, Yeah. You where right I was wrong.

Zurom: I suppose we could go back to Undercity. Its not to far from Tirisfal we could look for the mansion she mentioned.

Nazxia: Is that really all we can do? Its so far away don't you think we should just stay here and wait for more answers.

Zurom: sigh, I don't know. Honestly, she might not have anymore answers to give us. And if that is the case we might be better of heading back to Undercity either to look for the mansion or forget this whole thing ever happened.

Nazxia: Thats ... So unlike you.

Zurom: huh?

Nazxia: The Zurom I know just doesn't give up after making a complete fool out of himself.

Zurom: Is that supposed to make me feel better.

Nazxia: The Zurom I know, would be willing to help anyone at anytime, making himself look like a bigger fool until everything was okay.

Zurom: Seriously, not helping. Although your right, she obviously needs someones help. Maybe we can be the ones to help her.

Zurom went back inside. Nazxia once again cloaked behind him he asked the goblin staff if they had a room he could stay at for the night. The goblin said "Yeah we do, but for trouble makers its gonna cost extra". Zurom sighed and paid the goblin for a room. He went up stairs for a rest hoping that things would make more sense a bit later.

Zurom: We reached out to her. I guess if she wants our help she'll have to reach back.
Azmos watched as his brethren were led way from the stage, and he sighed deeply. For even he was curious concerning the lute she held, and its magic. He nodded at what she had said of it giving her flawless performance on any song, but he had heard her voice, and he knew it was not just the lute. She had so much potential with a voice like that.

He sipped his wine, and reached into his robes to pull out a long slender recorder. The rich dark wood reflected the lighting in the large bar room, and Az slipped his fingers around the slender flute-like intrument. As he brought it up to his lips, he smiled once to the singer playing on the stage.

Hahnai was playing an old tavern standard, the story of two star crossed lovers, and as she sang, he began to play. The notes were clear and soft, as they flowed from the recorder. As the melodious sound followed and accompanied her, it did not overpower her voice, nor her lute, instead it seemed to join in, and Azmos' head swayed with the tempo of the music. The flute merely added a richness to her singing and playing.

When she finished the song, Az noticed she smiled at him. And a few patrons patted him on the shoulder, "Aye, now that's more like it. More, play some more!" And Azmos looked up at Hahnai and smiled. His lips pucked over the mouthpiece and he began to play once again.

The sound was gay and light, the tempo quick and lively, as the notes began to soar and fall, an old Sin'dorei dance tune became evident. As he played, Az nodded his head to Hahnai to join him in the music, the recorder sounded like a happy bird singing it's heart out, as his fingers danced over the instrument and the fingerholes.
It was a surprise and a delight to Hahnai to hear the other instrument join in. She grinned and started playing her lute to accompany Azmos. The tune she knew well and she sang the melody in Thalassian. Her voice lifted in the classic Sindorei ballad and it was clear she was enjoying it.

As the song drew to a close she motioned Azmos to come to her and she leaned over to the goblin. "Bring him a chair and let him sit by me." Her eyes were urging and the goblin bouncers nodded and allowed Azmos to come to the small stage.

She gazed with a slight regret as the others left the tavern. She felt bad about them leaving, but they simply would not stop asking her questions she knew nothing about. To her the lute simply enhanced her playing. She had no clue about the prophecy. All she knew was the songs and the words she learned from new people that she met.

Wondering where the troll had run off to, she began to think of leaving Booty Bay and seeking another area to play and learn. She watched as Azmos was offered to come to the stage. Would he accept? It would be nice to have someone accompany her more often. Did she dare ask him to come with her to Kalimdor?
When Hahnai motioned for Azmos to join him, he looked around at the other patrons, unsure of how her invitation would be received. But he need not have worried as they egged him on to get up there and play for them all.

Cosmo flew around his head as he made his way to the small stage where Hahnai sat waiting. He bowed towards her graciously, then sat on the chair beside her. When he was seated, Cosmo came to rest upon his shoulder, and he chirped excitedly towards Hahnai.

"I think Cos likes you, just like your friends out there. What shall we play next?" His voice was deep and low, unlike many Sin'dorei voices, and his eyes and smile were warm and friendly as he waited beside her, the recorder at the ready.
Iviaen has stopped dangling his feet off the docks and is sitting cross-legged with the animated cat artifact in his lap. He has dumped out the contents of their bag of pilfered useless artifacts onto a piece of velvet cloth resting on the dock. On the cloth there are strange designs and runes embroidered in gold-colored thread.

Iviaen has sorted the various items into piles. Items that look less decorative are separated into a pair of piles, the more bulky on one side, the less bulky on the other. The ornate stuff has been separated by the amount of ornateness.

Dalaen sat across from him, legs folded under him, still peeved from earlier, he has his arms crossed. "So what now, mage?"

Iviaen shuffled with his belongings and produced a wand, a glass star container on a stick, vials of glowing liquid and powdered materials, and an assortment of colored shards. "I don't know. We relax for now and go back to the ruins tomorrow?"

"To find more useless crap?" Dalaen scoffed, "I was thinking of camping out here and lighting some humans on fire."

Iviaen began pouring some colored liquid into the star container, it seemed to turn into a gassy substance once inside. He then poured some powder in. He corked the star and bottles then looked up from his work, "It's not all useless, and I'll make sure we can sell all this off to some goblin and we'll be out well ahead."

"Our only two genuine finds are that cat artifact that I doubt you'll give up and the amulet that YOU gave away to the singing female whos getting REPEATEDLY POSSESSED by the enchanted lute. The one we tried to talk to, to help, but all we got was treated like crap." Dalaen was very cranky.

"No good deed goes unpunished, friend. We did what we could. Just calm down, last time you got this upset you broke my previous enchanting wand and the only one I could find to replace it was this overpriced beginners wand for children." Iviaen tried to inject reason, "Besides. You know what happens if the contents of some of these bottles get mixed together wrong?"

Dalaen rolled his eyes, "What if someone takes that thing from her while she's possessed? Will she get stuck that way? What if someone tries to rob her? Can she even defend herself, let alone when she's possessed? What if some goblin decides to enslave and exploit her?"

Iviaen muttered some words of power then channeled arcane power into the enchanting wand. It lit up with a golden yellow color and bits of the enchanting dust and gas emanated from the goofy device. He put it over one pile of items and got to work.

"What if th--" Dalaen's raging train of thought derailed at the sight of the ridiculous glowing star wand. He bursts into rather loud laughter. "Oh light. You're actually seriously using it?" He just kept laughing uncontrollably, to the point he was teared up and in pain from laughing. "Stop. Stop. It's too much."

Iviaen grit his teeth and tried to ignore the Warlock.
Zurom was lying in the bed of his room in the inn of the Salty Sailor. He could hear the pleasant sounds of Sin'dorei ballads from down stairs. Any Sin'dorei would love these songs. Unfortunately, they always get Zurom thinking about what to do. Zurom let out a huge sigh and sat up from the bed Nazxia was still in the room.

Nazxia: Probelm?

Zurom: No, it is just this music has got he thinking about why I started this adventure anyway. I wanted to help people. I wanted to do what I couldn't when the scourge attacked Quel'thalas and help.

Nazxia: To be honest I don't thing I've ever been to Quel'thalas or at least not inside any cities like Silvermoon, with you. Weird considering we been traveling for some time now.

Zurom: Thats because I don't go back to my birth place that often.

Nazxia: Don't I know it. You always spend your personal time in places like Brill, or Undercity. Places in Tristfal.

Zurom: It is all a part of helping people, and working for Lady Sylvanas. I may have grown up in Silvermoon but, we both know I consider The Undercity my home know.

Nazxia: Which is something I'll never get. Your a blood elf, shouldn't you want to be around other blood elves? Hell, here I've seen blood elves in a few hours than we ever see on a day to day basis. Unless you count those Dark Rangers.

Zurom: I know.

Zurom could still here the music from down stairs. The echoed tunes of the Sin'dorei were so beautiful. He thought about going down stairs to hear the music better. And after a few minutes decided to do just that. Zurom sat a few feet from the stage, Nazxia cloaked behind him as usual. He looked up at the stage, could see Hahnai and Azmos play. He ordered some moon juice and just sat there listening for a while. Hal and Vince where not far from him. For now Zurom just held on to his glass of moon juice looking a little depressed. Zurom deep in thought still unsure of what to do. The Sin'dorei music kept playing and Zurom just kept thinking.
Iviaen had finished his enchanting task, his jaw hurt from clenching it so hard. He set his goofy wand down, still on, to admire his handiwork.

Dalaen had finally stopped laughing at the mage at this point. He was now curious, "Why do you pile them up instead of enchanting them one by one? Are you just being lazy? Doesn't that make the enchants inconsistent from one item to the next?"

"I want them to be inconsistent, it's a selling strategy." Iviaen began to inspect the items, wiping them down with a cloth. "Yes, I think this will work." One by one he stuck the items back in the bag.

Dalaen shifted to sitting cross-legged, "What do you enchant them with anyhow? You'd think something that makes someone stronger or smarter would take more effort and materials."

Iviaen got a grin on his face, "It's a trade secret."

Dalaen raised a brow, "I don't enchant so you've got nothing to worry about, just tell me."

Iviaen looked around for goblins then leaned forward towards Dalaen and whispered, "It's a suggestion spell. It suggests that you feel stronger, or faster, or smarter, or more spiritual, the stronger the suggestion, the more enhanced the wearer feels."

"So it doesn't actually really make the wearers any better?" Dalaen asked, he grinned some at the shady nature of the mage's business.

"It does, actually, in many cases." Iviaen sat up, no longer whispering. "People have great potential, but that potential is stunted by things going on up here." He points to his temples. "But an outside force subconsciously telling them they can exceed those artificial barriers allows them to. There is a real potential limit though. That people cannot exceed based only on suggestion."

Dalaen grinned a little more, "Every time I think you're an idiot you do something that reminds me why I keep you around." Dalaen had an idea, "Can you suggest anything with your trickery? Or is it just those elements you mentioned before?"

Iviaen petted the catifact, "What do you have in mind?"

"Can you encourage someone to have more confidence? Or to make someone more receptive to the amorous advances of others?" Dalaen's grin almost became sadistic.

"I suppose, though the later could be morally unacceptable if used without consent." Iviaen said, he then added, "I'm not making you special candies to help you court lady orcs."

Dalaen explained, a little excited, "Imagine, products like potions to help you have more confidence in whatever you are trying to achieve. Relieve stage fright, performance anxiety, test anxiety. Products to help you be willing to talk to that hot green orc lady with the nice hind end. Things to help a lonely girl get advances, not because no one is interested in her but because she just doesn't realize people are trying." He got to his feet, in his excitement he knocked a few of Iviaen's bottles of materials over. "We could make a fortune."

Iviaen gave Dalaen an annoyed look, "You didn't."

Dalaen looked down, "Oops."

The gassy liquid flowed across the work-surface to the still energized wand. The materials energized in a ball of mildly explosive light. The small explosion shattered the rest of the bottles and the wand, prompting a second, much larger explosion.

The explosions made no noise, but made bright flickers of light similar to what one might see during a lightning storm. Those sensitive to magic might feel a sudden increase of magical energy nearby momentarily. The enchanting materials were thrown everywhere, coating nearby things, and people, in a multi-colored translucent glowing film. The glow would last through the night but be gone before the next night fell.

Dalaen rubbed his eyes then looked at Iviaen, "You look like a rainbow exploded." He laughed a little.

Iviaen horizontally wiped the residue off his eyes, giving him a racoon-like bandit-mask of non-glow. He growled and clenched his jaw.

"A rainbow raccoon." Dalaen was too amused.

Iviaen grabbed his velvet enchanting pad and used the non-rainbowized side to wipe his face clean. He then stuck it in his bag. The catifact was under magic overload. It was white now, and ran in circles chasing its tail in the mage's lap. Iviaen growled, "This isn't funny, Dalaen."

Dalaen chuckled, "I think it's hilarious."

"I need a drink." Iviaen grabbed the catifact by its scruff and stormed back into the Salty Sailor to his previous seat. He set the squirmy cat artifact down and it chased its tail on the table. He watched it chase its tail, jaw clenched. It would be several minutes of music before he would start to calm down.

Dalaen wiped off his face then strolled in, laughing. He sat down in his previous seat and managed to stop with a sigh. He did not order a drink for himself but did order one for the mage, he even paid for it. He hadn't forgotten earlier and started glaring at Hal and Vince.
Azmos began to play a soft and quiet tune that reminded one more of a child's lullabye than a bar tune. The notes began to weave around the melody, and became sweeter and more intense. Then Azmos stood and began to move and sway, the tempo quickening, and as he played he noticed several of the patrons tapping their fingers, or nodding their heads.

The tune switched up to a familiar bar song of drinking and friendship, and Az bobbed his head and tapped his foot as the music began to soar and sing. The notes flew faster and faster, and just when you couldn't believe someone's finger's moving so quickly over the recorder's stopped. Then the soft, quiet tune returned, gentle and calming, and slowly faded to a long lingering note.

Azmos blinked as he lowered the recorder, and lookd at Hahnai. The song seemed to have been well received as several coins found their way to the jar near Hahnai's chair. And Az slowly sat down, and whispered to Hahnai, "That's never happened before, what just occurred?"
The priest reached down to sip from his glass, and found it empty. As he looked towards the bartender, a waitress held a glass up to him, and Az gave her the empty glass, and then took the full one. He winked at her, and thanked her softly in his deep voice. She smiled and moved through the rest of the patrons, picking up glasses, and taking orders for more drink.

Azmos sipped the wine slowly as he looked at the comely young girl beside him, as she strummed her lute. She certainly had great skill with it, as her fingers moved over the strings plucking out a melody yet, setting a background melody with it at the same time.

He could not help smiling as she played, and he set his glass down to join her with his recorder. He listened carefully before he began playing softly and accompanied her. He had never had so much fun as he was right now playing with her in the notes and music.
Hahnai smiled and continued playing the lute, she was enjoying her time with Azmos. He had a twinkle in his eye and a kind heart. She felt very intrigued by the fact the lute seemed to enhance his playing as well.

"Azmos...I think maybe this is something we need to explore. I think the lute is responding to you and maybe even...dare I say it...influencing your playing? Or...maybe that recorder is magic as well? I wonder if they are somehow connected?" her teal eyes gaze at him with curiousity.

The human's at the table were scoffing, obviously they did not care about anything but being entertained. "Play some more!! Hic!" the messenger was getting very drunk. But he did not say much more as he took another drink of his mead and promptly fell face forward onto the table, snoring loudly.
Azmos listened, then nodded at Hahnai, as he played the recorder. When they were between songs he spoke with her in his soft deep voice -

"I believe you are correct as far as the lute and recorder influencing each other. The recorder is enchanted, and allows me to play better, and my skills have improved since I found it, and played it. However, it has never responded as well as it has when your lute is playing, or nearby. For that little solo took me completely by surprise!"

Az chuckled lightly, with a richness that spoke volumes of his warmth and joy of life. As he went to bring the recorder to his lips, he smiled warmly towards Hahnai, and he softly blew a few notes into the instrument.

The notes seemed warm and inviting, as he continued to play a tender love song of Sin'dorei origin. The notes seemed to fade and return, then repeat gently, somewhat like a heart beating softly, as he brought it to an end his face was flushed and he could feel it burning, as he smiled gently at Hahnai.

Several of the patrons put a few coins in the jar, "I ain't heard anythin' like that in a long time, matey." "Oi, ya made me think of a girl from me childhood with that one, sir"

And Az nodded to them as they spoke, thanking each one, as they drop a copper or silver into the jar.
The clink of coins in her jar reminded Hahnai she was needed for some important things in the Eastern Plagued Lands. "Azmos, would you like to see what we have done to the old Scarlet Enclave? I think the Fellowship is doing a marvelous job rebuilding it." her eyes dance with eagerness. Her friends are trying to build a community there to strengthen the Fellowship and keep it safe from a rival who is trying to destroy them.

Her fingers gently strum the lute while she waits for his response. She has only recently joined the Fellowship and wants to make a good impression. Her healing skills are still mediocre at best, but she tries very hard to keep improving.

She had enough coins now to travel back and is looking forward to showing off her lute and her new music. Gathering songs from the trolls has been interesting and she hopes she can travel more later.
Nazxia saw Iviean and Dalaen reenter the bar. "Hey Zurom" she giggled "take a look at the two guys you met earlier." Zurom looked back and saw Iviean covered in enchanting supplies. It was at that moment Zurom tough about looking for the mansion the lute came from again. Maybe with his knowledge of the environment and the senses of two more Sin'dorei casters he would have a good chance of finding the place.

Zurom walked over to the table Iviean and Dalaen now sat. Zurom began to speak. "well, it looks as though someone had a bit of an enchanting problem. Unless your wanted to turn yourself into a rainbow elemental" With the tension defused Zurom now spoke seriously to Iviean and Dalaen.

"Look, while you guys where out side I learned that the lute may be effecting other people as well." Zurom pointed to Azmos. "That guy basically just said that his recording playing was being enhanced from playing next to the lute." Zurom looked down troubled at what he just said then looked directly at Dalaen. "I think you as well as I do know what that means, I believe this "enchanted lute" may actually be cursed, affecting those around it with similar charms as the lute has itself. To be honest this worries me, I think we should try to find out more about the lute."

Zurom paused for a moment as this information made his normally cheerful persona into one of worry and dread.

"I know we just met, and as such it might be hard to trust me, but I have been planing to return to my home in Tristfal to look into this lute further, maybe even find where in came from. I want to help this singer before the accursed instrument takes her over, but I will need help. If you two have nothing better to do, do you think you could come with me to try and find more on the lute? I hate to leave that singer with that accursed item, I wish there was a way to convince her to let us help. Maybe in the morning we could tell her what we noticed. The goblins should have a problem with us talking to her if she's not on stage."

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