It is a very quiet moment in Edonil, no one about but the regular habitants and merchants. Nothing seem to be out of the ordinary, however that is far from true.
There is something different, one could feel it in the air, but putting a finger on it could be hard.
Usually when nobody is around, sounds of fast bare feet is heard against the ground, but searching for this would seem useless.. Food and garbage dissapearing from the ground quite quickly when no one is about to see it.

If one were to travel from Edonil, venturing through the long caves, would stumble upon two dead male servants from the house of Tinnerai. Broken bones and heavy claw-marks on their bodies, face fixed in a expression of surprise and pain. Their clothing quite neutral, but if frisked, one of them would carry a seal of the Tinnerai.
Small bare feet, humanoid feet, leaving trails that are making their way to Edonil it would seem, along with trails of dripping blood.

Edonil has a new visitor..


(// Responses are welcome, but interaction with the Visitor i preferrably left IC.)

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Vaster, Banite.

Streeaka'ael seems to be searching for something small. Carefully peaking into tight corners, under tables and in barrels and crates as he wanders around Edonil. On occassion he draws his sword and pops a lid off a trash barrel holding his shield ready to bash anything that may jump out.

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"Toss me...I cannot jump the distance. You will have to toss me." -Gimli

Ust’Ilharess Nizzre’tyne prodded the nearest dead servant with her boot as her sirrush sniffed the air.

“Take them back to the quellar.” She directed the jaluk with her. “I will have Ul’faeruk Krrja, our Qu’el’saruk and Archmage Sorn’vrae examine them with me.”

She turned then the ambient light catching her face under her hood. Her expression was… delighted. “It’s alive. Isn’t that wondrous.” She then took out a blanket of cloth and threw it over the sirrush. Then amazingly she hopped upon its back.

The sirrush sighed deeply but started to back to Edonil without complaint.

Nizzre’tyne patted the hard scales at the sirrushes shoulder. “Better your ankles than mine.” She said happily.

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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 Ul'faeruk reads the note given by a slave runner in Tinnarai colors slowly and thoroughly. He glances at the librarian and massages his temples with his free hand for a moment. He sighs, "Bweal... Another disecection. Usstan must find his stain resistant shoes...", he can be heard mumbling as he walks off in the direction of his office.

Krrja returns a short time later with a notice and a pair of hip high boots. The notice is given to the librarian to post at the door and he departs witha slave in tow towards the Tinnarai compound.

Now posted upon the message board in the Sorcere.
"Caution: As usual all experiments are entirely dos own responsibility, do naut let them wander off."

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Thine taste in horrid footwear not withstanding, I did not say that thou were in fact an idiot, I merely implied that such things were self evident.

-Krrja

After a while the mysterious inhabitant is taken off the streets. According to those who saw the ordeal, the tiny thing being a Svirfneblin with a ratehr feral behaviour.
Claws instead of nails, handcuffs and a helmet designed to avoid biting possible. This little freak, taken towards the house of Tinnerai without too much commotion.

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Vaster, Banite.