Septi the third decade, 1209 TO I felt a thrill when I saw them enter. They walked through the door of the shop as if they had time to waste in idle chatter, which is quite unusual for the city of Glantri. They call it the "city of magic", but I believe that the "city of frivolity" is a much more appropriate title. No one in Glantri openly demonstrates a hurry, only those who can not afford the air time to throw in a hurry, and everyone wants to show that they have time to waste. And probably have it. A warrior in armor
violet approached the counter, followed by what was probably a sorcerer, a scruffy-looking guy, and an unusual elf. And then there was Aramil, or so he told me his name. I thought it was the joker of the group, dressed in brightly colored enough to distinguish themselves from others of his company. While they were busy exchanging items with Serena, I exchanged a few words with him. A person educated enough to sustain the conversation, but not yet to be boring. He told me that they are going to reach Maridi , to complete some business. They need a transport, or a spell that shorten their journey. However, anyone who has passed Glantri the fifth year of academy knows the spell they need, but nobody would willing to take them there for free. The citizens of Glantri are people who love to get away from trouble, rocked and cuddled by the magic of the riches. Glantri indeed is the most distant from the adventure that I know. So I offered them a trade.
Camille now is at the limit, my magic potions not be able to further slow the advance of the curse. His mind is almost completely obscured, hard to concentrate just to turn on a magical light. If Jean-Luis not immediately find a group of adventurers willing to take on the mission, I will go myself.
Aramil insisted that I spoke with Camille, and Jean-Luis, in the rooms above the shop, and in return I offered them to teleport wherever they want. I was telling to Aramil also the prisoner of Belcadiz , a warrior named Nogard that seems to be part of the oligarchy ruling Maridi. I do not think we can get anything from Belcadiz, who are too busy trying to rebuild their shady deals to grant favors to a group of adventurers, but in case OGN seemed appropriate to let them know the situation tense rather-than-c ' Maridi and is among the clan de Belcadiz.
Unfortunately I was interrupted by idiot Gaston, a prey to another of its crisis. I am tempted to offer him a bottle of water from the river, the next time he appears out of nowhere, sweating and trembling, to ask another vial of potion of memory. But his reliance on these potions is a very effective way to keep it under control. And anyway, it is likely that he is the victim of a curse cast by that bitch of Tayana .
Later I learned from Jean-Louis adventurers who have not accepted the assignment. At least, not immediately. Jean-Louis says however they have not declined, which gives us hope. But I doubt they'll be back. Tonight, after the session of parliament, will send a message to Richard that I prepare a room in their castle. I could convince Don Diego to follow me in this senseless suicide mission, but I think it still needs Glantri "Manuel of the Pure" and its blatant antics. Charles is waiting for me. I'm going to get ready.
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