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((I attempted to contact you in-game about the transaction. I will be selling the journal and council records immediately, as soon as we can get in touch. The poems will be sold tomorrow, to you if no one else outbids.))

*A final notice is pinned to the bottom of the notes. Kvothe is beginning to get irritated with the costs of couriers, but deems it a necessary expense.* "Sorry, high elves! Looks like you've been outbid. The council records and the journal are being sold immediately - the poems will still stick around for another elven day. Congratulations to the winner. - Kvothe" *A third note is found underneath a different doorway in the high elven city, as Kvothe has decided it's time for some variety.* "I still possess the books. You cannot stop the private collector from gaining them, but I happen to know they will be kept in safe, secretive hands. I still, however, hold copies of the books. Should you wish to buy those off me, they will be 1000 minas each. Consider the risks carefully."

*Kvothe stops midstep, his ears catching on the ****** of conversation. Backpedaling, he turns and jogs back to his home in Roseus Aquila, thoughts sprinting through his mind. As he arrives, he scoops up a few papers and a quill and inkpot and sends off a few letters, his mind preoccupied all the while.* "The Brood. This is my chance."

*Kvothe rapidly sends a reply to the unnamed man, glad to have more buyers.* "I'm afraid that the minimum bids have already been payed for all items. If you would like to raise the bid, however, the minimum addition is 250 minas. Regards, Kvothe

((Yes. Frankly, I would be happy to sell them this instant, but my inner drive for greed and optimization has driven me to seek out an even higher bidder.))

Actually, there is not agreement in science that there was an "unseen" hand. This implies that there is a god-like figure. By this logic, there would be no sch things as atheist scientists. Also, Creationism covers a massive range of beliefs. If your answer is "both," I would love to hear more details about your beliefs, as simply saying "both" is anything but clear.

*Another message circulates its way around the realm.* "I have received my first offer for the books, matching the initial price. With this, the auction will be closed in three elven days. Do any of you plan to match? - Kvothe"

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*Another note finds its way to the high elves.* "I imagine you have seen the first message, and you are in quite a state of panic. This is perfectly understandable. However, if you would like to pay double the price on the initial bid on all books, I will give you them and your problem will disappear. Think on it. You understand the stakes here as well as I do."

*Kvothe takes out quill and pen and begins to write, glancing occasionally at the new wall of his library, as if making sure the books are still there.* "To merchants, scholars, and all those who hold interest, I happen to have... come across a few over the books in the high elves possession. These are not those found in the open library - not at all. These are books in a reserved, locked down wing of the library. And by its contents and the layers of dust on the area, I would guess the place has not been looked at in a very, very long time. Within I found five books of interest. Three are poems, which clearly have significance. As of this time, I find it nigh impossible to wade through the contents, but I assure you that a man of a more academic nature will find plenty to please himself within. The fourth is a record of a council meeting. I can hardly disclose its contents, as this is the meat of the collection! I'll give you a hint - it questions the firmest beliefs of the high elves themselves. I'll say no more! The fifth, and final, is what I believe to be the most interesting. It is a journal from a lass named Larihei. She, I believe, holds the key to the entire high elven culture. It is almost entirely in high elven, but I am working on procuring a translation into common. These books will be for auction. The poems will have a starting price of 1000 minas. The council records will start at 3000 minas. The journal will start at 5000 minas. These prices might seem high, but in them you can hold the secrets of an entire civilization. - Kvothe" *The letter begins to find its way around Asulon, by word of mouth and reprintings. A copy even finds its way to the high elven city, this one placed under the doorstep of a household selected at random by Kvothe personally.*

((I'll be hiding in the wedding cake, then.)) *Grinning as he swings his knee over the lip of the balcony, Kvothe scrambles into the high up elven tower. His face swinging around the area, he takes a few steps inside, idly pulling a book off a nearby shelf and flipping through it, his eyes not registering any of the words. He drops the book to the ground carelessly. Looking around, a cluttered desk catches his eye. His face impish, he walks over. Rifling through a few of the papers on the desk, his eye catches on the gold ink of an invitation. Scanning through it, his already impish face grows practically demonic. Laughing, he tosses this, too, on the ground and makes his way downstairs, continuing to explore the house.*

*Kvothe begins dragging the beheaded corpse of Lyweneth through the muddy road of Solace towards the other body, but hearing the cloaked man, clears his throat awkwardly and backpedals, deciding to instead throw it away surreptitiously in a nearby alley.*

((Kvothe. Villainous dark elf impersonator. Has caused mischief in high elfyland more than once.))

((Would you be fine with me finding one of these notes on my many runs through the houses of Haelun'or?))

I think that there was at least some level of error on the GM's part. The mistake is perfectly understandable, but I was in the TS at the time, and I heard little of what Respiren is saying he said. I'd say the majority of the blame, however, should go to Mirtok and his army. There was a river of OOC and /tells saying for him to not attack, that there had been a mistake - that he did not is the only thing that made this anything more than a simple error in communication. The Alrasians might have won, but this could have been a really fun, long battle, instead of something you'd see on Battlecraft.

((This will be absolutely lovely to get people back to Elfyland. I think I'm going to head over there, myself.))

*Kvothe grins as he sees the sign, clapping his hands together.* "Now all I need to do is wait for him to go to a dark, isolated room with no armor or weapons..."