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"This place has cast a strange spell, professor. My ears must still ring from being spirited here. And your eyes, milky with cataracts, must see a harlot where a Dawnbringer stands." Desdemona's warm smile muffled the sound of teeth grinding as she stares at the professor.
Resting a hand on the professor's, she adds, "As a courtesy for one with atrophied legs to whom standing is such a burden, I will inquire our good host for the use of such a resplendent artifact." Not wanting to cause any more of a scene then she trusted she had, Desdemona marches over to the barkeep whispering, "'ply your womanly'...if Lathander...I...argh...breath, Desdemona. Anger begets you not but misery. Pity those who live without the Light. Show them the Light as would make Him proud." Desdemona took a deep breath, closed her eyes and murmured a prayer to Lathander. After a moment she approached the barkeep. "Bless your town, Barovia, and bless you for your hospitality. Might I trouble you for another glass of wine and," craning her neck toward the platter, "if it isn't too much to ask, a look at that platter there. My...friend...there seems quite taken by how it sparkles. His mind isn't what it once was and the simplest things give him the greatest pleasures." Last edited by Dingalor; Jul 2nd, 2020 at 01:38 AM. |
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