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Re: Going to the Manor
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- Subject: Re: Going to the Manor
- From: SD Anderson <sdanderson4_5@xxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Wed, 21 Dec 2005 18:25:43 -0800 (PST)
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The priest led them to a back room and pushed open the
wooden shutters to let light inside. Two walls were
lined by book shelves and in the middle of the room
was a rough wooden table and a stool.
The priest, Jerom, pulled down a small book and laid
it open on the table. Lisa read a list of names and
occupations, Of the seven listed, all but the last
had a red "x" beside the name. The last name listed
was "Kalrod Lotram."
"You see," said Jerom, "Each one of these people has
angered the group and has been killed one by one.
This last poor man, the pharmacist you're
investigating, made them angry when he refused to sell
a certain type of potion. I don't know what it was
they were after, but he did, and it was apparently too
dangerous for him to be alive knowing what he did. So
they killed him."
"And I'm supposed to be the one to keep their agents
concealed while they work -- Heca have mercy on me --
but I couldn't take it any longer. And I guess,
subconsciously, I sabotaged it this time. Anyway, you
found me out and here we are."
"Thrash, bring some stools from the dinner room. I
have a feeling
we'll be here a while."
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Thrash dutifully brings a couple pairs of stools,
though it looks a little odd to see him hoist things
as large as he is. He settles down curiously to watch
the reading. Suddenly he bellows "A T! That a T!!!!
Mage boss teach Thrash to read, so Thrash know a T!.
Mage boss tell Thrash it important to read, so Thrash
learn!"
Thrash looks inordinately proud of himself, swaggering
around the table and looking for more Ts,
occassionally muttering a "Hah" as he discovers more
Ts.
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"Just be sure to mind your Ps and Qs." Lisa says, the
teacher in her unable to resist the old joke.
Turning back to the priest, she says. "Obviously a
group that engages in murders to keep it's secrets
clearly is up to something sinister. Besides the
murders what can you tell us about their activities?"
<Response>
"What specific elixir was it that they wanted?"
<Response>
"Would you know of any other alchemists who might be
able to make the elixir they desire?"
<Response>
"Is there anyone else, not listed there who might be
in danger?:"
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