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Eh! Aye's ain't the fastest dog, an' aye ain't tellin' ya how to paddle yer canoe, but...ah tink dat little ting coulda be a spy. Keep your lips right, 'round her. She's awfully eary, knowhuddamean?
winks
"Then everything is perfectly safe as I don't know much of anything. If she wants to listen to me talk I would be glad for the company."
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Sil nudges the ground with one of her overly large toes as she makes conversation with Boony. "Yeah, the Chelaxians are having a barbecue. I hear it's a good time, but I'm trying to keep my distance. I'm afraid I might run into someone who knew me, well before I got polymorphed into a halfling. It's kinda embarassing."
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<While Boony and Krovak are momentarily distracted, Palestrina gets Sil's attention>
I have a favor to ask, my dear. Those rather rustic fellows you have been talking to? Please make sure that this evening they are well-fed and even better beveraged. No need to worry about the richness of the offerings, if you take my meaning. They only care about the quantity, so make sure they have plenty.
When they have had their fill, instruct the stables to offer them a ride to wherever they want to go, then "accidentally" drop them in the Chelish district. The coach will be well away before they notice they are in the wrong place, and then, I believe they will provide the Chelaxians with some entertainment they will not forget for some time to come.
<presses a coin of not inconsiderable value into her palm>
This is to help you remember that this request does not contain an invitation to include activism in favor of some fanciful new concepts of governance.
That fellow was correct. There is no one of any intelligence in the room who is not keeping a sharp eye on the proceedings. It would be very petty of me, indeed, to begrudge you the same opportunity. However, we all must be aware of lines that should not be crossed. And people who should not be crossed. I hope I am understood.
Now go.
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Alright! Finally seeing people who stand for the cause we all hold so dear!
I, Saia Thorn, a reputable entertainer known in Wispil, have joined the fine ranks of Pathfinders! We all see this as a great opportunity to salute the great nation of Taldor, and bring our fine culture and arts to those who have had the misfortune of never witnessing them! We are proud!
Ooh, raspberry cake...
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My friends and fellow Taldan pathfinders, our Chelaxian brothers only send us reminders. Of a long ago and distant day, when we too had lost our way. They're given to fits of childish boasting, for which we shouldn't be angry but instead be toasting. While they're rants may seem arrogant and annoying, the sounds I hear are nothing but demon slaves rowing. They're not like us, they lack heart or true purpose, other than that they're granted by Asmodeous. So remember the truth of the matter, while listening to they're endless chatter. Their time spent trying to make you grouch or madder, is time I use to make my belt pouch fatter!!
