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"I will add two of them to my menagerie of pets"

Finnian Hawkins-Gylldene DARK RED hair, LIGHT BLUE eyes. SIGNIFICANT GREY-BLACK SCAR of a LEFT HAND covering his face. Last seen wearing LEATHER, BROWN FURS and BLUE HOOD leaving HAENSE. Would be about 18 YEARS OF AGE May have a BLUE FLUTE which emits BARDMANCY MANA Search with ARCANA FLOW ANY INFORMATION send to NORLAND, or CAPTAIN VICNAN HAWKINS-GYLLDENE Sinner Gylldene GREYING RED hair, ONE BLUE eye and ONE HAZY BLUE eye Last seen wearing RED MEDICS UNIFORM Around 78 YEARS OF AGE Might be YELLING at someone ANY INFORMATION send to NORLAND, or CAPTAIN VICNAN HAWKINS-GYLLDENE

"Seekin' a home ya say? I got just the place for ya!" The Privateer Lord of the Port began to pen a letter to the Elf Clan.

The Captain admired the newly built vessel and had an idea as he sat in his chair "These blokes would fit right into Cormath. I should send a letter" He then began to pen a letter directed to the Elf Clan.

The Sea Captain's hands shook as he reached down, grabbing hold of the satchel he knew his wife never went anywhere without. His long ears twitched, his heart raced, and his voice cracked as he spoke. "S-Sinner?" He began to look about frantically, seeing the trail of what looked like feet being dragged he clenched his teeth as a violent burst of blue lightning erupted from his body. Anger, confusion, helplessness, he felt every emotion he could all at once but one stood out amongst the rest, an emotion he had not felt in a long time...Fear. "SINNER! WHERE ARE YOU LOVE!" He shouted into the woods, even though he knew he would not get a response. He took off into the woods, tracking ferrets at his side. And for the first time in a long time, Vicnan was alone again, he was lost again.

The Privateer Captain sat down, reading the missive as he received yet another tattoo applied to his back. "Hehehe. What a bunch-a jackasses." He crumpled up the paper and tossed it into the fire. "Crew! Bring the ship 'round! We will bring our tattoo business to the Canonists!"

ELECTOR NAME: Devrick Wintercrest ELECTOR HOUSE: Wintercrest VOTE CAST: YES

The Half-Elven Captain shook his head. "Conan's men really do bring dishonor to his name." The captain remarked having read the letter, "Funny that you fail to mention you cut OFF the hand of an innocent Dark-Elf and disrespected our terms of the Holmgang."

I, Devrick Wintercrest of House Wintercrest hearby submit our vote for The Duke of Adria. We vote that the one true Duke of Adria, Markus Sarkozic, retain his rightful place as Duke.

Dear Magister Yera, This letter comes to you from Captain Vicnan Hawkins of The Last Port Of Cormath. I was recently in your city seeking your assistance regarding the effects of a magic spell; this is beside the point. While there, I was ordered into a Darkspawn test; while I had no problem with this and complied, I was then ordered into a search. During this time, they deemed a dagger, which I bought while visiting Norland from a man named Volkov of The Murkwater Company, to be dangerous and unlawful. Volkov promised me that this dagger would help me in the upcoming siege against the Harrowers, so I bought it for 600 mina, which is not cheap, mind you. When I told them that the dagger was my property and that I would not be giving it up, they drew their weapons and threatened me. The members present seemed to be grunt soldiers however I did have the displeasure of having to deal with Cardinal Villorik primarily. To add to this, I let them know that I have an active treaty with you, ensuring no citizens of Cormath would be harmed while in Kaethul and vice versa; they practically scoffed at this statement. I then relinquished the dagger, as I feared they would jump to conclusions as the Canonists do and execute me there in the tavern. If you need further proof, ask Ar-Malna; they were present during the entire encounter. As a city leader, I understand the need to protect your citizens, and I will continue to respect and abide by the treaty we signed, but I hope that this issue of these guards being overly violent can be fixed in the future. Best Wishes,

"HA! You and yer kin are 'bout as honorable as you are tall." The Half-Elven Captain scoffed as he released the paper to be carried off by the sea breeze.

𝒜𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒞𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓏𝑒𝓃𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒟𝓊𝓃𝓌𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐵𝑒𝓎𝑜𝓃𝒹 Recent reports have been made that a large bundle of Lume Ferrets is becoming increasingly hostile within the city of Dunwen. They have been reported to be causing trouble and destroying public property. I and the other Ferret Meisters of Solheim have attempted to investigate this string of events and have found ourselves face to face with an aggravated bundle of Lume Ferrets that promptly drove us off. I, Captain Vicnan Hawkins, Head Ferret Meister, am posting missive with hopes of finding willing citizens of Dunwen and possible adventurers and critter lovers from beyond to help us investigate these strange occurrences. We suspect that there may be an outside source that is causing their aggression, and we would greatly appreciate any help that can be given. (Note. Any help from the Druids would be greatly appreciated.) This Event will take place on Thursday, February 15, at 6 pm EST. Please meet at the Town Hole in Dunwen at least 30 minutes before the set start time.

"I wouldn't trust you with a farm let alone a city"

The Captain of The Song Sparrow cracked a toothy grin as he read the missive "Aye lads, seems the sea is calling our names again. Prepare the ship for departure!" He would shout out as he walked across the galleons weathered deck to man the helm.