A solitary and rather tattered posting would be put up within the Triumvir at some point. Placed quietly and in such a way as to not draw attention to itself. Just a simple sketch of an elf, to the casual glance of an eye. Done in simple charcoals, it would only show the head of the elf - clearly recognisable as Aravain to any who might know him, almond eyes and glints of scales covering his visage. Even slight traces of magic within the artwork itself to give the scales the shimmer they possess in reality.

For those that stepped close, a small note would have been scrawled upon the bottom in fading lettering - in common. Now mostly scrawled out and illegible minus a few words.

"Darling Darthiir, I fear tragedy may have struck. An encounter most dark and a heinous crime are all the memories left to be etched down in time immortal. Deeds can be rewritten, events changed - not all is what it might seem. A gift, for the darthiir who waits in the demiplane to our kind."

Those that might have seen the note being placed would have seen an elven figure, clearly not attempting to hide their drow heritage striding in to place it with a tinkle of various instruments on her person.

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A small Durpari woman, clad in rainbows of silks, muslins, linens and brocade, reads the page. Malaguena's golden eyes darken when her brows knit over them, but she says nothing, merely slipping away to watch...

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Aly'dra Zau'ana: Priestessish Of Eilistraee
Danika Nefzen: Druid of the Earthmother
Delia Am'Anodel: Paladin of Torm

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Aernoud Van Brabant: Heir of the House. Proprietor of the Beer Wagon.
"Go to the Mayfields, have a pint, and wait for this to blow over."
Aurelius: Sunmaster of Amaunator. Contemplative. Aspirant to Transcendance.
"Sol Invictus"

Aravain cringes a little when he reads the notice. He takes up his quill to blot out most of the message, but doesn't touch the artwork at all. With a faint smile, he continues on his way.

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Aravain, Champion of Song.
Anar, a dark elf.
Giovanni, Blood Knight.

A blank look replaces Anea’s smile at seeing her friend featured in a drawing after noticing the words written below. A different smile forms, one without cheer. Then she proceeds to ask all in the Triumvir for a detailed description of the poster of the drawing.

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Ari'aerath Dlues'athsha ~ Silver Singer with the Bow of the Sun
Clarette Feohn ~ Magic is Art.
Victoria Marrs ~ "I have an herb for that."

The description likely given by any who would have seen her would most certainly be of Phrae Ta'far. A drowess garbed in dark pink clothing - the top thick and snug looking, trousers a darker colour of the top and matched with a pair of knee high black boots, crimson eyes and white hair peeking out from the shadowed cowl. Several instruments may also be mentioned as being upon her person, the usual tambourine and a small lute as well as an ornate rapier hanging from her hip.

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Since the note had been placed, the offending bard had yet to make her presence within the Triumvir for several days. When she does finally show herself, she does so openly and freely. Instruments tinkling as she goes about her way, a drink of Jhinrae firmly clasped in her hand that is soon replaced on being emptied she simply now waits, for as long as it takes - only occasionally slipping off and away, out of sight to tend to some other matter.

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