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Rossiel Marsyr, who works for the Paddy's Pyre part time, squints at the document, scratching her head in thought. "I'm pretty sure that this counts as breaking and entering if you got into our kitchen- where our meat and fish is stored, and is being actively used? It's not unattended, you broke into our kitchen. And if there's food on the ground, it means someone dropped it recently." The Marsyr, who is a full-time Radiant Guard Ranger, goes to find a superior officer to report the breaking and entering to!

[Congratulations Josh, I'll pour one out for your sanity later]

An aging, Canonist High Elf peers over the missive as she leans out the window of her home in the fair city of Numenost, shaking a few of the ashes of her herbal cigarette out into the wind. . . She takes another deep inhale from the stick, before pressing the end of it to the missive. It ignites, burning up, before the embers are carried away with the same wind. "They grow dangerously close to the ways of my Diarchy-loving kin. . . Same cards, just a century later, in someone else's hands. . . God save your outcasts and your downtrodden-- it is no wonder they return to burn down the village for the warmth we have denied them." The elvish woman signs the Lorraine and at last turns to return to her writing. A young woman, an Adunian, remains seated on the back of a black mare as she rides from the gates of Numenost to Reinmar. She peers over the missive and shakes her head in some dismay. "Innocence comes with our milk teeth and we lose it, slowly, with each tooth we lose. Many of these children were robbed of their innocence before those teeth had even come in. Who is to determine those who grow into wickedness were born wicked from the start. . .? Souls are not born wicked, they are only made."

A young Adunian girl smiles as she reads the decree, going to make sure she puts a little extra ham in her favorite Corgi's food dish after she cleans out the offering bowl from the night before.

Somewhere down south, an Elvish Knight prepares to write a letter about getting an old blade she purchased from the Starbreakers reforged.

I concur with Satinkira. Two Emotes for Bows and Three for Crossbows simply makes sense, anyways. I could three emotes for NORMAL bows if we had like, special alchemical arrows or something.

An Astoran teenager descends from her room at the start of her day, rubbing the grit of sleep from her eyes. She sets down at the kitchen table, pulling one of the papers strewn about on its surface to read it. She liked to keep up with the news, if she could. . . Then she pauses, staring down at the document for a time. There a soft utterance of . . . "Vafae?" before she reads it a few times over as she eats her breakfast. "A blind man denies the truth because he cannot see it before him, but I didn't realize there was a chance this man was made deaf, as well. Maybe if they get him eyes like Uncle Konstantin, he'll not make a mis-step like this again. . . I should ask fadhir and Uncle Artel more about this later - I wonder what else this blind man might have left out."

+1, delicious lore additions

An elvish Templar in Numendil leans forward on her stool, adjusting her spectacles on her nose as she reads the letter as it's held up to her. Her nose scrunched up in some distaste. "Oh, there's going to be a ton of abandoned students that come out of this. Poor souls. . ."

A Templar blinks at the news of the . . . Yachtsmen? Well. It's not the strangest information she's heard of late.

May God bring you swiftly home, Antonius. May you be at peace again in the green pastures of the Seven Skies. I hope that there is a brilliantly burning Ashwood Tree near a quiet place for you to make your café uninterrupted at last. All of that and more. You will be dearly missed.

A tired, battered Templar stood among her fellow Knights of the Tower, muddied and battered as they were, raising her sword in salute at the Call of the Queen. The radiant white flame engulfs the length of the blade, her helmet held in her off hand. She bellows the call in return. "Utúlie'n Aurë! Day has come!" Despite the glorious victory of the day and the decimation of the Breakwater Keep, not all had lived to see the dawn. Caliene of Caladras drinks tequila on the roof of her residence in the city, basking in the night breeze. She pours a shot out in memory of Father Tonito, or at least for his spirit that she knows has made its way home to God.

So! Hello; tis' me. I'm the Sentimental Idiot. I used to play a character named Luisa Klaire Barclay on my alt, 1HoneyDragon, who ran a business in Arcas called "Edelweiss Diamante". I am looking to see if anybody still has items that I made way back then. I'd wondered recently if anybody had passed along the jewelry, besides the few I've been told that MIGHT be still passing along their pieces. If you do still have one of the jewelry pieces from back then, I'd love to hear the story of how your character got it, or inherited it. Thank you for your time~!

What are some of your favorite memories from our time in the Barrowlands? Events, interactions, etc.

I felt this in my soul. The death of the auction house more or less damaged the shop availability economy because now a lot of people focus on selling raw materials over those materials being on the Auction House. As per my own experiences, we struggled pretty bad to get an open shop in Haense to sell stuff in Almaris after I came back from my hiatus. When we did get a shop, it was down a side street that nobody really went to on a regular basis. (However may I suggest Silver Star Trading Company, in Numendil, for all your girlie pop needs? We got plushies, sewing kits, tea pots, all sorts)