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At first Savan is confused by why Samirza believes this can be caused by the opposing water elemental. Then he realizes this is exactly the argument he should be using. "My lord, while the water elementals command the liquid possibly even cold, they rarely can summon lightning and definitely not fire. It doesn't seem like this is something they would be able to do."
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Weighed down by excessive yards of sodden red sweater, she attempts to sweep a grand curtsy. There is quite a bit of squelching, flopping, and flinging of water as she does so. "Oh, Vesimer of Icy Depths, you're so splendidly icy and cold and wet! I love what you've done with the place. Those crystals over there are absolutely stunning! Heehee!"
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Norbwald and Mrs Crinkle try to convince the elemental with varying results. Vesimer doesn't quite buy into Mrs Crinkle's flattery but they do pay attention to Norbwald's crayon drawings...
Griphook, Savan and Zelphari have better results though Zelphari suddenly has a sneezing fit that doesn't quite go down well with the elemental.
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After finally bringing his sneezing fit under control, Zelphari delicately wipes his nose on his handkerchief, then adds on to Savan. "Indeed. A clash of elemental forces creates great disturbance, which is not beneficial to either parties. We just beg that you give us some time to uncover the root of this."
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Norbwald notes "I always kept all the drawings the kids made before the orphanage closed down, I'm sure I've got a few more that are relevant here" before taking another sad swig. "Ever since the weight restrictions came through on the flickmaces, humans stopped dropping their kids off, funding dried up, like I said, the change literally killed me."
Norbwald muffles a cry with a sad laugh and another swig before offering it around again.
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Wide-eyed, Mrs. Crinkle's head turns slowly toward Norbwald. "Whaaaaat? Ohhh myyy!" For once, she doesn't giggle. She accepts the flask somberly and declares: "To the good ol' days!" After only a moderate swallow, she passes it on. How sad! I wonder if the Society could pull some strings and get him set up at another orphanage somewhere. Hmm... Wait--did he say the change *literally* killed him? That...could complicate things. But being able to say you grew up in an orphanage run by an undead director would give some absolute street cred! Heehee!
While Mrs. Crinkle is pondering, her facial expressions change dramatically: sad, confused, alarmed, skeptical, amused, and finally triumphant. It's rather funny to watch.
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Mrs Crinkle attempts to flatter Vesimer. However, he's not amused by her asking for a hug. "What is a 'hug'?" Norbwald, however, finds an extremely obscure tidbit of data about the Pathfinders that catches Vesimer by surprise. "This is interesting, gnome. Perhaps you mortals aren't as boring as I thought."
Mrs Crinkle and Norbwald hear an annoyed voice say "I tire of this. You mortals don't seem to know anything!"
"It appears Samirza is not amused with another group of Pathfinders." Vesimer says dryly. "Matters not. You have convinced me to set my differences aside with that rustbucket. I will go have a chat with him and we can work out how to plug this hole."
Vesimer manages to convince Samirza that it is in their best interests to work together. After some short moment, Samirza roars "AHA! It's quite simple after all!"
Samirza faces you, "We thank you for your aid. This was quite simple. We will return to our respective realms. Before that though, we would like to give you something to remember us by." Both elemental envoys hand you gems of pure refined elemental substances. Before leaving with their masters, both envoys also look longingly at Norbwald's flask... "One for the road?"
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Both envoys take extra long pulls on the flask and end up doing extended loop-the-loops. Before heading off, Rajapur stops and appears to remember something.
"You know, not long before this feud broke out, I remember seeing someone sneaking around here. Not sure if it was animal or humanoid, though. It might or might not be important..." With those words, Rajapur heads off with their master.
With nothing left to do here, you proceed to the next clearing.
In this labyrinth of crisscrossing corridors, the air smells of damp earth and fresh foliage. Heaps of branches, rocks, and other junk block some of the corridors, and trinkets hanging from the hedge walls are swaying in the breeze.
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"Fey? Ooo! I could learn a few tricks about tricks from them. Heehee!" Oh, dear. Everyone should be very concerned about a prank war involving Mrs. Crinkle. Maybe I can get one of those fey to freeze someone's underpants in a block of ice. Heehee! She keeps her eyes peeled to spot a fey creature, hoping to start up a conversation about the finer points of pranking people.
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"Oof! Keep the pranks light-hearted, for crying out loud. It's not fun if it actually causes harm. One time, I was in a magic skull's house, and I relocated all the chamber pots I could find. Next time someone needs to use one, they'll really have to hunt for it! Of course, a talking skull has little use for chamber pots, so it'll just be her visitors who have to go searching. Heehee!" Mrs. Crinkle keeps babbling on about pranks she's pulled as she walks deeper into the fey-themed hedge maze. She keeps her shield raised just in case of an over-the-top ambush.
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"OOOO! Zelphari, stop! See this weird thingy on the ground here? I wonder what it would do to your foot, eh? Heehee!" She peeks over her shield for any watching eyes while Zelphari checks to see what the strange thing on the ground is--or to see if she was tricking him. "Come out, come out, wherever you are! Heehee!"