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"Now then,"
🕑 Added 2020-02-13 03:37:21 +0000 UTCEstvan continued, suddenly serious. "Fun's fun, an' oi admoire yer gumption, lad, but sure ye moight be actin' a bit hasty turnin' these lowfolk away so quick. Instead o' buildin' an army, ye should start a cult! Sure an it always worked fer me."
"Don't forget, I have influence with the trees," Rowan reminded me.
"That explains you," I grumped. "But how did these other two get here?"
"We followed her," they said in unison.
"Sure an ye'll need secret agents to do yer biddin' whoile yer trapped here, bedad," Estvan reminded me. "Ixies are foine fer some things, but their physical abilities are limited. If it's rehabilitatin' yerself an' eventually escapin' yer wantin' to do, well then, begorrah yer gonna need help."
"Precisely the kind of help a band of loyal mercenaries can provide!" Rowan exclaimed. "Now, about that contract.."
"I'M NOT SIGNING ANY CONTRACT!" I snapped. "IT'S UN-ELFLY!"
"Ye made me swear an oath not so long ago, ye spalpeen," Estvan muttered.
"That was different! It was between elves, and you were trying to kill me!"
"Don't ferget ye've also promised to let me use the scroyin' tower an' its library."
"Right," I stalled as an idea began to take shape in my mind. "But I still do need you lot to go away. With the Duchess gone, there's nothing for you to do at the moment .. but just to keep you on retainer .." I reached into my Elfintory and pulled out three gold bravoes. "This is real gold. It won't turn into sticks or mud or anything. There's more where that came from, and you can get some of it if you return when I summon you. Spread the word to anyone else you know who might be interested. Now get lost. I don't want to see you again til I call for you."
"Begorrah, that's not the way -" Estvan began.
"You and I have a scrying tower to inspect," I interrupted. "Through the Gate," I added via Elfmind.
"But that'll cause -"
"Precisely," I smirked. "I want to be gone for a good long while, to give those creeps some time to mature, or possibly die."
As Estvan and I entered the dolmen arch, I turned and focused my attention on the lowfolk, who were strolling into the tulgey undergrowth outside the circle.
"Well that was a bust," Tricorn Hat grumbled. "Oak got transmogrified and you got a sweet uniform, but I got nothing."
"You got a new little sister," Rowan chuckled. "And a gold doubloon, which is certainly far from nothing. I can't wait to get this appraised. He said there's plenty more where this came from, and elves don't lie. If we play our cards right, the silly little crybaby will be needing us again real soon."
Hmmm! It seemed my mercenaries were already plotting against me...
"Are ye comin' or not, bedad?" Estvan gekkered from under the dolmen.
We made our way back into the scrying tower, where the old tod proceeded to rummage through the library.
"Lorem ipsum! Lorem ipsum! Lorem ipsum!!" he barked while tossing books and scrolls over his shoulder. "Cushlamochree! All o' these are written in that nonsensical gibberish!"
"Hey, quit throwing things around," I scolded. "You're making a complete mess, and you almost knocked over my alchemical apparatus."
I bent down to pick up one of the books which had landed face-down on the floor, and turned it over to look at the pages.
"Are you sure you checked this one?" I asked. "It's not written in Lorem Ipsum. This is a .. uh .. it looks like a treatise on planetary alignments and moon energy, or something like that."
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Rick2tails
could be a plausible enhancement to put on something
Walter Reimer
Only one of the Royal Blood can read the books?
Simone Spinozzi
*mystery intensifies*
