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Madtrixr:
Norian looks as the run-ragged scholar walks out the door. "He needs a vacation, badly." Norian looks skyward, "Oh Pelor, mighty sun, could you find it in you to give Javil some time off in the near future?" He looks back down at his companions "Well then, shall we start looking? We've got an hour to look, so let's start looking."

Malek Deneith:
- "We agree. If the council intends to get us to help them, as current data suggests then we should get all information we can. Especially considering that our summons mean we have limited amount of time.

fwoop:
"Yes! We punch evil until it goes boom ok! You ca-" Rah's heroism is suddenly cut short as his vision is suddenly surmounted by...
Paperwork. Documents. Books. Files. Scrolls.
Woooords.
"I-iiee aah-"
Rah's forehead begins to sweat profusely. Nobody must know that he cannot read!
"Uh-uhm you all too slow! Rah show you how to do it!"
Rah dives into a pile of paperwork and starts randomly shuffling them back and forth muttering "hmm ah yes indeed" while furrowing his brows.

Tavana:
Even without the help from the Halfling, (who is quite successful on his Bluff check) you have a mammoth task in front of you. Ten years of paperwork isn't an easy thing to sort through in an hour. Javil is late returning to kick you out of the office, giving you just short of two hours to search. In that time you manage to uncover the following information:

Sertanian is the Castellan of The Hall of Great Valor. He's a lousy record keeper.
There are seven items that that were on display on the section of wall displaying the heroics in defeating the Red Hand.
The sword is quite heavy and made of platinum - custom wall hangers had to be made to hold its weight.

Javil is much more composed when he enters the office once more. "Any luck? No, nevermind. I don't want to think about paperwork for the rest of the night. Don't worry about where you set your papers down, just get out. The council is running late tonight. Troyas sent a messenger, letting you know you could stay at the Antler and Thistle again tonight care of the council. Now please, get out so I can get off to dinner myself."

A path had been cleared through the rubble in the Hall of Great Valor, making your exit a lot easier than your entrance. A Guard at the entrance took up position behind you as you made your way back towards the Antler and Thistle once more, and was even helpful enough to let you know when you took a wrong turn. Aldus treated you to a full dinner, Grilled Boar with a pumpkin sauce. A light cherry mead was served for desert.

Another message came just as dinner was wrapping up. Aldus read it, smirked and turned to your group. "Well, folks, it looks like the council is as long winded as ever. They say they've come to a decision, but they're going to wait to tell you what they've decided until they've sorted a few more things out in town. Apparently someone will be here at day break to fill you in. Typical. Anyways, you know where your rooms are, beds are fresh. Tonight's on the council, but like you as much as I do, I'm going to have to start charging if you keep coming back here, alright? Don't stay up too late, because I'll be waking you early." The call of a woman (his wife presumably) gives him an excuse to wander away.

All in all, you didn't manage to actually accomplish much today.

Gargulec:
With loud sigh of relief, Karan took off her armour and unstrapped the sword from her back.

'At last' she muttered, stretching. Moment later, she sat down on one of the benches, only to raise again few moments later.

'Night is warm today' she said quietly, almost like she was speaking to herself, walking towards the door to the outside. She turned towards right before she left, saying 'If the gates are not closed, I should be back in an hour or two'

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