OOC: Your progress automatically goes up by one increment each day, even if you don't post.
OOC: Ah, right. Thanks.
IC: Demiu has finished the runes (technically yesterday). He places a simple Tier 1 spell in the room to conceal his work, then comes out. "I think you've been waiting out here long enough. You may come in."
OOC: Your progress automatically goes up by one increment each day, even if you don't post.
OOC: Ah, right. Thanks.
IC: Demiu has finished the runes (technically yesterday). He places a simple Tier 1 spell in the room to conceal his work, then comes out. "I think you've been waiting out here long enough. You may come in."
OOC: You're welcome.
IC: Dror sets Galdan down gently. He and the soldier help the dwarf to his feet and then the three enter.
IC: Demiu has finished the runes (technically yesterday). He places a simple Tier 1 spell in the room to conceal his work, then comes out. "I think you've been waiting out here long enough. You may come in."
OOC: You're welcome.
IC: Dror sets Galdan down gently. He and the soldier help the dwarf to his feet and then the three enter.
IC: Within, the soldiers who remained inside have shifted a table to the centre of the room, with three chairs on the nearest side for the Xains.
OOC: OK. Will the recipients be responding/taking action soon?
"Very well." Dror waves a hand in the air. "The love of conquest, the thirst for war. Simply put, we attacked your continent because it exists."
OOC: Yes.
"So you are risking thousands of your men just because you love fighting? That-"
Demiu is interrupted by a soldier entering the room and walking over to the table. The Xains might notice that he keeps a wide berth of their chairs, keeping close to the walls until he has passed the table. He bends over and says something to Demiu, who stands up with the assistance of the soldier.
"I am afraid there is a pressing matter that requires my attention. I will return shortly." The two leave the building, following the same route that the soldier used to enter.
