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Lady Morrow sighs.

"Duke Gunrad Sallin is my intended and he is Duke of Ortalaca, some 120 miles from the coast. He has served in His Majesty's corps of officers directing cavalry and is quite an expert in military matters: the Sallin family takes great pride in their accomplishments in repelling the Qadirans when they crossed the Jalrune. He and Ashinana are similar in that they are both incredibly vain. Gunrad is also notable in his contributions to the Bank of Abadar and enjoys honorary status in the faith as a Votary. He is a tiresome gasbag of a man, but he's got a lot of influence for a man his age and he cuts a dashing figure."

She delicately traces a finger from Silas' cheek to his lips, a coy smile on her face.

"Tell me he will be mine again, Master Tyr. Tell me our plan will succeed."

"I have my methods but he will run to you for solace, my sweet peach."

Tyr offers Lady Morrow a sip of wine, pressing close as he asks, "Now what about your intended... tell me all you can about him."

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Keegan, I still have some pending questions for Lady Morrow to answer.

I know, I haven't forgotten anyone. Just takes me a while to write these updates.

Thanks. Plans are about to be set in motion... involving a certain wizard.

Keegan, I still have some pending questions for Lady Morrow to answer.

"Lady Morrow, do you recall if the Lady Vestang has a preferred perfume?"

"Scents, you see, are more power attractive agents than mere looks."

"Tell me what you can of this Lady Vestang, my dear. Her likes and dislikes, such knowledge will be an invaluable tool in our endeavor. Something to pass the time. Though if you have a dossier on her, I'd be more than happy to read it. But it would not have that special quality that only comes from your telling."

Just finished watching Dangerous Liaisons and Cruel Intentions.

So my dear padawan ready for our workshop.

Lady Morrow's face flushes as she smiles coquettishly, suddenly more subdued but certainly just as excited. She dismisses her footman with a gesture and he discreetly exits through the opposite side of the garden.

"In such matters... I must bow to your expertise, Master Tyr. Shall we adjourn to my boudoir?"

"Lead on, my dear. And while we go get ourselves more comfortable, tell me what you wish to be done to your rival in exquisite detail."

Tyr lets his fingers to brush against the small of Lady Morrow's back for but a moment, as he increases the intensity of her tactile sense. He leans and whispers, "Let your hate for those who wronged you fuel your passion. Remember: Through Hate All Things Are Possible."

Tyr plucks a nearby flower, "Breathe deeply its scent so that you will always be reminded of this moment."

"Ah yes, the Book of Joy, a wonderful font of wisdom and understanding in these matters. I am sure that my Mistress will bless your endeavor. And I am sure that the glitter of gold will involve this transaction. But you must remember that the coin my Mistress is most interested in is not only that fine metal, she will also be interested and in fact desirous of an act of lust coming from you. One to keep secret from your man to be. Won't that be a delicious little one up?"

Silas Tyr looks into the eyes of the lady with a lustful hunger. He considers laying the kiss of Calistria upon her.

"Do we have a pact?"

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Greetings fellow explorers. Off to see the wizard, are we?