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Seeing the darkness before him and the magical light, Kislum lets out a laugh. “Such a pathetic display, do you really expect to scare me with such feeble magic? I am not a child who squirms at the sight of darkness, especially not from such a basic spell.” Kislum snaps her fingers and utters the incantation as magic spreads from her fingers to dispel the darkness around her.
“A darkness spell and light candle? Are you trying to make me laugh?” Kislum looks around and gazes at the small black cat. She lets out a cackle as she stares at the black cat. “And what are you supposed to be? A shapeshifter or a true animal? Let's see. I suggest you revert to your true form if you have one so we can have a proper conversation.(DC 35)”dispel check: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
The darkness is dispelled and the cat skitters from you jumping into the lap of a man lounging. There are two women at his sides, obvious workers. He looks up... then casually states, "I miss my shadows. Why bother me? I was having my fun." The black cat preens at his touch.
"Sly is an interesting travel companion. Though, I can't shake the feeling of him spying on me for Arthur. But, as we are allies, and I have a predilection for the clandestine, I suppose I can accept it for now." Desseer feigns pouty, "I just like having secrets."
He gives Lillith a gentle finger boop on the nose, "You got it. I'll leave the Consortium to you for now. If there is anything I can do to help, just let me know." He then heads for the window before stopping abruptly and turning back around, "Hey, what do you know about Guild District Rukar? Do you know where he is?"
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“So the tiefling we met wears the name Mendas as a mask.” He gave a slow nod, not surprised by the information. “That fits his manner. Quick with charm, quicker with misdirection. A man like that rarely shows his true face unless he must.”
Bloodmaw huffed from behind, and Hrothgarn let the sound fade before continuing.
Hrothgarn’s eyes narrowed just a fraction. “If he sent you instead of showing himself, then this is no simple introduction. So... why are you here? Carrying a message, delivering a warning, or judging the measure of the two men he’s placed in the heart of his storm?”
She smiles at the book.
She offers, "Rukar in the Guild District, if home, which likely is in the three story brick building."
When Iris mentioned wishing they had some nicer accommodations Myriana understood, her right ear twitching as she said, "Yeah, it would be nice. A chance for some privacy in a nice, big, soft bed, maybe with some restraints or toys involved....," Myriana didn't seem to be completely paying attention to what she said with that last bit as she had already started to work on formulating the spell she was working on.