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Ford smiles politely during the bizarre conversation, trying desperately not to snigger, and thanks the mage when they leave. Once they're out of earshot he mutters to Lurel.

 

"Was he on something or just desperately senile?"

 

He grins slightly, enjoying the brief amusement.

 

"So... where to next?"

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The remainder of the tunnels on the north side are empty. Travelling south on the eastern tunnel you arrive at a door at the third tunnel. This must lead to the Slavic Yar.
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"From what the mad mage said, it sounds as though Princess Siffli might be the best to talk to them... but perhaps it would look grander if one of us announced her?" Lurel wonders. "I mean.. a princess can't be expected to knock on a door, after all." He grins.
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Ford grins.

 

"Hell, why not? I could try I suppose... any suggestions as to what I should say? I'm not so great at that whole noble thing. I doubt we should mention that she's a princess from another plane of existance though... I'm not sure how well that would go down!"

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OOC> Snickerbar? Chockorholic? What happened to all the really odd names, Malchik? lol =D

 

"A princess travelling among brutes such us as us and in a place such as this, would probably not be highly thought of anyway. Though, I suppose we could give it a try."

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OOC> Snickerbar? Chockorholic? What happened to all the really odd names, Malchik? lol =D

 

Withdrawal symptoms in South America. But I'm home now.

 

On topic.

 

As you stand outside debating, a man in an elaborate green and gold robe pushes past you and enters the room. He is carrying a heavy ceramic pot painted in red black and white. You can see briefly inside that other people are similarly dressed. The door shuts.

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The door is opened by a very snooty looking man.

 

Siffli draws herself up to her full height and says.

 

"I am Princess Siffli, heir elect to the throne of Avelyssia. These are my servants. I am looking for arrows!"

 

The name seems to impress the man, although Siffli's choice of servants seems somewhat odd to him.

 

"Madam, we are the Slavic Yar. We deal in fine art. You must be looking for the warriors. They are about seven tunnels south of here. In the meantime can I interest you in an exquiste china vase from..."

 

Siffli ever more imperious says "I do not deal in stolen goods!"

 

The man looks highly offended. "Madam, you mistake our role. We re-acquire for rightful owners what has been taken from them. Since the object is already stolen we cannot make it so. You therefore see that we cannot be stealing. Very occasionally we accidentally collect more than intended. The objects will still have been stolen. It's just we have no 'owner' to return them to. As with this exquisite..."

 

He waves at a hideously overdecorated china pot with gilt handles the owner was probably glad to have lost.

 

Siffli refuses the pot and whispers to the party.

 

"What else should I ask about?"

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