<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Rushiya</span></strong><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Last Post (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=263966.msg13038166#msg13038166)</span><strong></strong></strong></span></div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Andale Mono;">By the time Rushiya discovers the scroll, Yannel is upon her. It is possible that she could squirrel it away without him noticing, however, such a thing can not be guaranteed.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">”I doubt that very much indeed,” He said with a dry chuckle. “I’ve been around enough to know that you’re a woman with a story.” He punctuated with an affirmative nod, but then raised a hand off the table and waved a dismissive hand. “I’ve been around enough to know when not to pry either.” He grinned.<br/><br/>A small clearing of his throat later and his shoulders went a little lax. “I knew the founder of the Silverdraft,” He explained briefly, and with a small shrug, “Once I completed own personal journeys he offered me a place in his guild. When he passed I stayed, and settled here in Eodin.” He said quietly, turning his attention to the building beside them, “I remember when it was first built. I remember when it was torn down by Bannok.” His nose wrinkled, “I had a special interest in seeing it restored. When lord Oldaren came and contracted its return, I was eager to make sure that the Silverdraft played a role in doing that.”<br/><br/></span><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/>