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  1. Commander Glyndwr entered his office. He slapped some parchments down onto the desk, pouring over them. Schedules, inventory, reports. Guards to be added. Guards to be removed. Funeral pyres and alchemical orders. A hard day, but not the worst. He pulled a bottle from his desk, Grandaxe Whiskey, pouring two cups, sliding one to the end of the desk. "You not drinking tonight?" He asked across the room, the words bouncing around the otherwise empty walls. A moment of silence, realization, as he absent-mindedly wrote away like any other day, before looking up. An empty couch, a dying fire. Paintings lining the wall and a statue of his Father's bust, all bought and sourced for him. By Her. The Princess who so often kept him company as he grumbled away in that office, away from whatever troubles waited outside. A sigh, flowing from his nostrils as he chewed his inner lip, worry laden across his face. This night, the parchments would be the distraction, as the untended fire faded and the room grew cold.
  2. A Missive, to the The Radiant Guard of Numendil Any and all peoples who enter the city wearing a mask, are to be asked to remove said mask. If they refuse, they are to be given another chance. If upon second request, they refuse a second time, they must submit for a test, or be banished. If there are multiple Guards, do not let them leave without being tested. If you are alone, seek comrades, or write a note to report it to a superior. - By order of Knight-Commander Glyndwr Glennmaer
  3. Realist thing i've ever read.
  4. "I miss Barrowton..." Said Galadain, the Knight-turned-Priest. A single tear shed for the fallen walls, and the fallen comrades.
  5. Galadain looked over the parchment, before taking out his Numenedain stapler, and affixing another parchment. `Study Material for the Needy.` He wrote.
  6. "...Numendilian. Ain't that one of them fellas with the tails and the shells?" The Numenedain asked himself, as he went to rummage through Toni's old library.
  7. "I can't say that's the best way t' make friends, no..." Ser Galadain nodded in agreement, recalling the veiled threats.
  8. I agree entirely. A 3 slot magic deserves 3 slot tools.
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      reported for HARRASSMENT

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