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Soon after you emerge from the Overflow Archives, Kreighton Shaine intercepts you. He asks to look over what you recovered within.
He seems content to let you keep most of the loot you collected; however, his eyes light up when he finds The Darklands Precepts. "I must insist that you relinquish this to me to file away in a more secure location."
With so little evidence of the fey invasion left behind, you have some difficulty persuading Kreighton Shaine of your version of events. However, the Master of Scrolls is so relieved to find the flood removed that he scarcely cares about your fantastical explanation.
The battered and bruised-gummed Virml drops a formal request to take an extended leave of absence. "I need a little time to heal, do some soul-searching, and consider my future with the Society."
Weeks later, you learn Virml has moved back into his mother's basement, hanging out with his old gaggle of friends, wearing black skinny jeans and fake tattoos, jamming to alternative music and dreaming of their first paying gig. Virml's father scornfully calls the motley band 'The Snowflakes,' demanding they grow up and get real jobs.
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"Eek!" Kaya ducked at the sudden vortex and throws up her arms to keep from getting caught up in the watery swirl.
Once the creatures are all gone, water and all, she shakes her head. "They appeared and caused quite the mess, but now that they're gone, it feels rather less." She pauses, grimaces, and adds, "The mess, I mean." The rhyming had gotten to her at the end, but they were at least happily done with the whole lot.
It was a decidedly strange - if entertaining - venture.
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"Wow...I think that was my strangest mission yet," Corona marvels as everything is slurped back into the vortex. "Even weirder than my first one in Korvosa...and that's saying a lot."
She cheerfully wrings water out of her clothing as the group troops off to give their report to Shane. "I like you, New Friends (and Friend Tiffany of course) - I hope I get to go on more missions with you in the future! Though...I think Stuffing might like one that isn't quite so uh, watery, next time..."
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Nixie bows her head and pulls out the bookmark that Kreighton Shaine so cleverly spotted.
“Kreighton Shaine, perhaps our story of fey you did not believe
Still, know this book was the one that I’ve been called to retrieve —
Zarta said, “Guard it at any cost, pray do not let it be lost!
For the safety of the Darkland Precepts, such a dangerous tome
Should be guarded in the stacks the Dark Archives calls home.”
Zarta was concerned, especially when she had learned
Of how the waters had risen high, threatening all the works that lie
Within these walls. But now before the curtain falls
Zarta would like to see this one tome safe and dry and dear...
Please... Kreighton, may I take this book there from here?”
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Kreighton Shaine rolls his eyes. "Run along, Pathfinder. I'm sure you and Venture-Captain Dralneen need some quiet time together to plot your next moves."
As Nixie turns to leave, the Master of Scrolls calls after her. "Please don't pilfer anything else on your way out."
Alone in his office at last, he cradles his head in his hands, long blond hair splayed across his desk, ears pointing at the ceiling. "Dark Archive, my elven arse. Why can't Zarta just ask for an inter-library loan?"