{{Inkboy sits in his Synod Chambers, feeling lost and separated. Reviewing notes on tonight's Town Hall meeting and reports of the last Council and the sickness that gripped him}}
"Yes, tonight..." Sighing deeply, "Tonight we must decide the future of Minoc for the next three months. Three months too short."
"Wren!?" Calling to the House Matron of Elven Song Tavern who had brought a potion to aide in his clarity.
"Yes, Ink?" Wren said, casual and without feeling.
"My Lord, if you please, Matron Wren. Kindly send word to the Citizens of Minoc, to the Houses of Nobles and to the Governor's of all Cities. That tonight at 7pm by the Eastern Skies, we shall meet at the Barnacle Tavern in our wonderful City to discuss matters and vote on future trade relations."
Wren's reply was nothing more than a glance and nod, before she vanished in a blue flash.
"There must be something missing... a reason for this emptiness." and with statement, Inkboy traced magical runes into the air and vanished.
"Yes, tonight..." Sighing deeply, "Tonight we must decide the future of Minoc for the next three months. Three months too short."
"Wren!?" Calling to the House Matron of Elven Song Tavern who had brought a potion to aide in his clarity.
"Yes, Ink?" Wren said, casual and without feeling.
"My Lord, if you please, Matron Wren. Kindly send word to the Citizens of Minoc, to the Houses of Nobles and to the Governor's of all Cities. That tonight at 7pm by the Eastern Skies, we shall meet at the Barnacle Tavern in our wonderful City to discuss matters and vote on future trade relations."
Wren's reply was nothing more than a glance and nod, before she vanished in a blue flash.
"There must be something missing... a reason for this emptiness." and with statement, Inkboy traced magical runes into the air and vanished.