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[h2][color=00aeef][i][b]Baronfjørd "Blackberry" Chedgusah[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=00aeef]Dragon Born, Monk (Astral self), Level 05[/color][/b][/i]
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[color=00aeef][i][b]Ki:[/b][/i][/color] 5/5

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BlackBerry set the cup down and proceeded to pinch the bridge of his nose in an effort to sooth the headache now drumming with fury to his own heart beat. But with a wince at the dull 'thunk' of Lady Kathryn clipping the doorway he admitted it could be a lot worse. The was the usual cacophony of noise as people ambled into the room and began trying to either find somewhere to sit, stand, or otherwise exist all at once in the same room. Whatever silence there had been before was not well and truly shattered.

[color=00aeef]"Careful Lady Kathryn, that did sound as if it left a mark."[/color] At her request he did of course gesture to the biscuits laid out on the table for her and Kosara to help themselves to. Then to the next question he gestured loosely to the kitchen door behind him. [color=00aeef]"I am sure there is something one could put together from various leftovers but I myself will pass on any substantial meals for now. Thank you."[/color]

Why was it when you had a headache, you could suddenly hear everything in the whole county? Let alone someone nearby scarfing down snacks. Granted at any other moment BlackBerry would have been doing the same.

But to Lady Kathryn's other question and what was undoubtedly also on Kosaras mind BlackBerry felt his stomach twist again with unease, and to make matters worse Victoria had promptly excused herself from the situation leaving him to try and explain things. He took another sip from his drink to give a moment to collect his thoughts and cast another look at Young Lizbeth who had remained understandably quiet.

[color=00aeef]"To answer your question in Victoria's absence, Lady Kathryn, yes progress was made and the letter has been translated in full. To add yet another layer to the fine mystery on our hands; while the letter was written in old Draconic, the contents were phonetic Abyssal."[/color] The cheerful tune in his voice then faded away as he pulled the offending letters from underneath his poncho, offering them to whomever whish to take them to see. BlackBerry had no intention of lying about the letters contents but he saw no need to point anything towards Lizbeth, so for now the details of 'how' could simply be left for another day. [color=00aeef]"Unfortunately the details within are less than...well...optimal? Preferable? Good, one would say. But given our current tiredness and lack of urgency in the letter itself I do suggest we leave any decisions until tomorrow. Saying that, Kosara, if you have any thoughts we would appreciate your input. I do not mean to presume anything but this does seem to be from you neck of the woods."[/color]

Still wearing his poncho from the night he was starting to feel uncomfortably warm now that the fire had done its job. He pulled off the poncho and started to roll it up in his lap, taking a moment to retie his scarf and the rest of his addled thoughts into order. By the gods he felt tired in both mind and body. How the others could even think of eating at a time like this he had no idea. A small snack and the warming, calming tea of Victoria's had been more than enough for him and now all he wanted to do was sleep.

[color=00aeef]"I do wonder if anyone else has noticed but there the letter is lacking instruction for sending a response."[/color] Using the rolled poncho as a pillow for his neck, he let his head roll backward over the the back of his chair and closed his eyes. [color=00aeef]"Do you suppose they expect us to send a letter back? 'Please Post Master, Sir, but what are you rates for delivery to parts unknown? 3 gold? My how reasonable of you indeed.'"[/color]

At some point BlackBerry must have dozed off, possibly even snored once or twice, because the next thing he knew the front door had opened with another unwelcome blast of cold air. He lifted his head and cracked open one eye just to see it was Victoria returning with her arms laden with bundles of cloth. His eye followed her as she placed one such bundle onto the table in front of him and revealed 5 blades in decorated sheathes. He opened his other eye and blinked slowly at the blades.

Something in the song Kosara was singing from the kitchen stirred a memory of another adventurers tales from the Southern Deserts.

[color=00aeef]"That comment you made earlier; self-importance and all that. I think you are correct. Something as decorated as that would have cost quite the pretty penny."[/color] BlackBerry shuffled in his seat trying to find the comfortable position again. With his eyes closed and chin resting on his chest he added to the thought, [color=00aeef]"Status symbol or someway to say how rich a person is I think. I remember being told a story about waves and water being a kings right or something along that idea or other. Curious really."[/color]

Again the question nagged in BlackBerry's mind; Who is Farid al Ramil Sabaj al Hazred. This and many other questions sat in lumps, worrying each other without any answers and only the promise of uncomfortable truths at best, and dangerous lies at worst. He let out a sigh and cracked open an eye again to look at Lizbeth.

[color=00aeef]"How are you feeling, Young Lizbeth?"[/color]