<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/02/MelanSongsteel.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Melan Songsteel<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Paladin<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Patchwall, 9, 577 CY,<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Greyhawk City, the Highway Gate<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><strong>Content Warning: </strong>None<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was always interesting to head even near the Petit Bazaar and Melan couldn't help but crane her head towards it for a few small peeks at the rows of stalls and storefronts as they passed before catching herself.<em>Ug, I'll never get used to that. Knighted and I still can't help but gawk like I just got away from home.</em>She pressed her right hand against the back of Rusher's neck as they moved forward though, having to keep an eye out to hold him in check among the array of people. Cities were not meant for warhorses and if he spooked in the masses it would be messy fast.<br/><br/>At least things seemed to thin a bit towards the High Quarter, the general throngs were less... throngy in some areas of import.<em>Ah, that's where the people I escorted will be heading. I should remember to check in later.</em>She noted, usually one to stay in the ambassadorial estate guest rooms on the rare occasions she had made it down although she knew better than to let Rusher run anywhere near the gardens now. That had been a long day.<br/><br/>Dismounting, she had to carefully hand over the reins towards one of the porters working in the area and whisper a few soft words to Rusher before heading into the depths of the hall. He always did get antsy with unfamiliar people and like any warhorse had a tendency to express that with a steel-shod hoof to the face if care wasn't taken. The mages might have some way of dealing that that past the normal but she wasn't going to take any chances.<br/><br/>The sitting room was a surprise though and drew an arched brow as they entered, a small nod towards those inside as she walked in and made her way towards one of the seats.<em>Really? No tea or coffee? A little crass for a guild in a setting like this.</em>"Thank you Archmage, Mage Otto. I am pleased to make your acquaintance." She sat as indicated, settling in the seat gingerly and trying to do her best not to get any of the chain snagged on the fine upholstery. Armor really wasn't meant for such fine chairs.<br/><br/>There wasn't a trace of shock crossing her face at the news though, just a small inclination of a nod as if it had been expected. "Yes, we suspected as much. It had come up in our discussions while pondering just the course of action to take with this although I wouldn't say more than one god being involved was expected at least as far as the creation or direct relation of it was concerned. It is a small amulet formed from the pieces each of us had when we ran into each other a few days ago." Her words were clear and simple with the amulet pulled out if she had been entrusted to carry it the entire way or a small wave of her hand towards whoever had taken it from her after she had held it for the night.<br/><br/>"As for my questions they are fairly straightforward at the moment although I doubt the answers will be as simple as I'd like. What is the amulet? What does it do? What gods are involved in it? What could have split such a thing? And what business of the gods does this portend for the realm such that it would attract the attention of the Archmage?"