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[frombelow]

[username: Majestica. She is v creative. icon is the rune for 'power']

Who's a lady need to talk to to defect into Aerveas's army?

Safta can rot, as far as I'm concerned.

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[PM: Majestica]

[fearnoreproach]

[Morning time. Account name is "ostendramm."]

This is one of his lieutenants. What can you offer us?

[PM etc]

[frombelow]

Bitterness and fire.

A spurned mage.

[fearnoreproach]

Hn. Reasonable.

Your name?

[frombelow]

Majestica.

[fearnoreproach]

[Gulp.]

The... one I attempted to hit with a mallet. How times and guild memberships change.

[frombelow]

Oh, was that you? The paladin in Bastan?

How times change, indeed.

[fearnoreproach]

Quite. Under the control of my player, still, at the time.

Now, I am a berserker in his majesty's army.

[frombelow]

As was I.

They were both idiots, it seems.

I don't plan on anything so drastic as a change of guild, but I'm sure his majesty could use some magical firepower.

[fearnoreproach]

Certainly. We'll welcome you.

Be in Bastan by Wednesday. Ask for Ostendramm.

[frombelow]

Wonderful. I'll see you then.

[socarnivorously]

What did Safta do to you?

[frombelow]

Filled the streets with Ambereyes so you can't take two steps without tripping over one, and then threw me in jail for a week because they disagreed with my haggling methods.

[socarnivorously]

Did your methods include setting establishments on fire?

[frombelow]

Nothing worse than manhandling a pastry merchant.

[socarnivorously]

My sympathies to the merchant.

[frombelow]

Your sympathies should be for his customers' wallets.