Amaetheon in Altara - game over

[Carlia]

In deep concentration, Carlia is startled when an owl hoots overhead. Odd for an owl to be about in daylight.

Carlia looks to the owl, it stares straight back and hoots again.

"We must be careful," Carlia gestures to the staring owl, " Such an omen cannot be neglected. Important decisions must be made."

[Weir]

Weira sits down quietly at a table in the back of the Silken Trim inn, not yet knowing what to make of anything.

[xoco]

At "Primrose Pastries",
'G'day. What'd y'like?' The baker, Dauglos, looks at Auriona.



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Vote count
Aldwyn (L-8) - Brocas, Ashlee

Minimum: L-9

Not voting: Adirne, Aira, Aldwyn, Astolfo, Auriona, Callesa, Carlia, Chiron, Dolofonos, Eldrenia, Raek, Racquel, Rig, Torgor, Weir


Current deadline: 21/12 @21:00 GMT+0

[Aldwyn]

"I suggest you look towards your sources, Officer Brocas. They are not so reliable I suspect." Evolet shook her head at the ravings of the man. He had clearly lost his sense with the loss of his crolm. Without another word she turns and walks away. Perhaps it's time to take Tita for a walk.

[Racquel]

Racquel sat in the bar listening to the cries of a lynching take up outside. Putting the mug down, Racquel listened harder to the calls to lynch Aldwyn. There were only a couple of distinct voices that could be heard - certainly nothing that sounded like a rabble or a riot. Racquel shrugged and returned to the ale on the table, 'Perhaps if there were more compelling evidence, I would be interested enough to at least go outside and see a bit more. For now, I'll wait here until I'm approached.'

[Racquel]

Racquel picked the mug up and took a long drink.

[Racquel]

Racquel put the empty mug back down.

[Racquel]

Racquel gestured to the barkeep, 'Another, if you please.'

[Racquel]

Looks at the next empty mug of ale on the counter, sighing. 'Time to go, I suppose.' Racquel leaves the tavern and wanders around the town before the alluring smell of pastries is too much to bear. Opening the door to 'Primrose Pastries', Racquel finds the baker behind the counter. 'I'd like two of your finest tarts, my good man.' Racquel gestures to the baker with two fingers.

[xoco]

At "Primrose Pastries",
Dauglas prompty places two cherry tarts on the counter. 'G'day t'yu. 4 copper, that.'