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Mirmue- An infrequent regular at Daisy's tavern mourns her loss and lays a large and noisy bag full of minas. Mirmue would buy a generous amount of Brandybrook Brandy to hand out to folks in Aegrothond, Sutica, Vira'ker and even to Renatians. She stores the free drink that Daisy gave her in a frame in her household.

On 5/22/2019 at 5:05 PM, Spr0nk said:

 

Moving on to your statement on being so evil they believe Necromancy is holy, this is a grey area, the Arak themselves saw it as a huge advantage in boosting military might, hence their slight reverence to it, but in the end, and due to it being shelved, it became less useful over time, thus the Arak tribe grew distant from it.

I understand the reasons behind Necromancy being shelved- but damn. A glorious adorned, loyal army with no need for sleep, substance or even breath. I see the attraction plenty.

Mirmue dips her head- expressing disdain, “It always has to be solved with blood- doesn’t it?”

“The tides are calming just in time for an invitation to something fun. Very well. Let’s get the good vestments out!” Mirmue would chirp a delighted hum to herself.

Mirmue would seat herself in thr tavern  after reading the paper- she would immediately glare at the iron banding around her wrist. Recalling how it commemorated the allies she made in Vira'ker and anxiously gripped her silken vestements of Cosmic Inquisition. She'd be muttering lightly as she says, "I'm sorry my friends seemed to have strayed from their paths, Ancestors.."

She would then nibble on some porkchop before nodding and enthusastically saying, "If this is a calling for me to answer, then I will hear them out". She then immediately hides under her cleric-like shroud- face flushed with embarassment as the dwarven table next to her seemed to have heard her.

*shakes her head as the fliers are handed her way, “We have no stakes in this war. They have something grand to fight for- I understand well, but we have something grand to fight for elsewhere”.

1 hour ago, Parker said:

*drinks some wine.

”To whom it may concern” 

Words are carefully written on a eligible section of the rolled up scroll as it is bound to to a public notice board, nearly identical to others that may be found in other major cities.

A scroll is pinned by it’s parchment header which can be fully read by easily unraveling the scroll down, on it- it states:

“Regardless of race or gender, I, Mirmue Monrea am willing to part with several hundred Minas for any competent chef or festivity organizer to oversee and service a feast that I am to host between two companion parties of my invitation. You are welcome to supply other resources necessery to your preference of meal, though we will supply the fundamentals. Send a bird to the Sutican Catacombs or Alarak Gates addressed to Mirmue Monrea if you wish to offer your services for this event.”

The location and premise of this event is not disclosed on the parchment, but a time is addressed at the bottom of the scroll. When released, the scroll rolls back up, revealing the ”To whom it may concern” message once more.

((Friday 9pm EDT is the event. Contact DrinkableTrees#9110 if you wish to deliver a message personally))

“It’ll be so lovely to attend such an event and learn new wedding traditions.” Mirmue smiles excitedly with a warm glow radiating off her face while writing from her new inkwell, “I will go! I must!”.

“It’s beautiful to see someone inform themselves and begin carving the path to their own, self determined future. This might be the first step for the Wicks. As such, I can’t help but support your decision especially knowing that enemies will be made. May strength come your way to overcome your challenges.”, Mirmue seals the letter, personally signed and sends a carrier to deliver her best wishes to any member of the Wick familia who may receive this.

*Mirmue delicately places her fingers together on each hand, smiling out of delight*
”This is certainly a much needed development. Praise be unto these two kind negotiators!”

+1

I had no clue about the Tailor’s Guild until this!  Along with everything else being an interesting read, thanks for this newsletter.

*enjoys a meal within a tavern in Sutica, where she visits often. Surrounded by other citizens gossiping about the battle that she had seen, though she remains silent and content.*

*finds stars at the sunset colors of the sky outside, knowing that this is the calm before the storm and that her job is to get much more busy.. very quickly. Alas, she smiles knowing that much of the fighting has ceased for now. She can return to protecting her friends and the good people of Arcas*

I, for one, welcome our new pumpkin overlords.

“It’s so great to see this vicious battle through to the end” Mirmue turns to her much more vacant supply to medicinal goods, “Many good men saved and a resolution had been reached. I couldn’t be more proud”.