Fianna waits until everyone else has gone through the portal, ostensibly in case anyone has problems with the Elvish pronunciation.  Once everyone else has gone through Fianna takes a moment to look around at the underground lair and think it was once something much different, much more beautiful, much more alive...  "Yeah, I'm like mold," she says loud, but not shouting.  She's sure the dragon can still hear her though.  "I grow on you..."

     Fianna closes her eyes a moment, casts her consciousness out into this area, into the land and the soil and the fauna...  "Fás agus gile an poll seo," she whispers, thrusting out her arms, stretching out her fingers, as if they were roots seeking nourishment.  Energy flowed from her to the area surrounding her, and she reopened her eyes.  Placing her hand upon the fresco she finally spoke the words Tul- nin bar.

      Atop with the rest, Fianna votes for returning to their newly captured... lair, home, rooms, whatever - she is unpicky about the words used for it...  "Perhaps someone may be able to help you get back to Hillsfar quicker, Russel" she says sympathetically, "But I think we do not want to leave that giant sphere of annihilation sitting alone for too long.  Perhaps some could stay and some head to Hillsfar?  If there is the need to return there..."

Toc nods, glancing around the area suspiciously, and in everyone's mind says, "This telepathy really is wonderful. Nuzej, I may need to ask you to teach the spell to me. I'd otherwise be worried about spies as we chat here. Very well, we are within Myth Drannor's boundaries, as is the Mythallar, so teleportation should work fine. If everyone is ok, I'll save us a two hour march across the ruins. Then I'm sure one of us can bring Russel back to Hillsfar and also inform with the local population. Though I'm inclined to let them sweat for a day or two. I've met Jahren's contact....and can send him word as needed." 

(Fianna gives herself a pleased nod as she leaves behind a cave full of thick bush, vines, and leaves growing across most of the surfaces.)

Nuzej grins widely at Fianna's manner of bidding the dragon adieu. "Well put, and well planted," he says, before uttering the passphrase and joining the group. After Toc suggests taking them back to The Lair, he nearly blushes at the elven wizard's words about the spell. "It was just something I picked up from one of the books I found there. You could easily learn it, happy to show you. I believe all those spellbooks are in the demiplane?"

Once outside the dragon lair, Chen spends a minute or two to walk off his frustration before returning to the group, trying to shed his furniture-smashing funk before returning to the mansion of magical mystery. He finds the bear wandering in the scrub and decides to leave it there to enjoy its freedom while its existence lasts. Indoors and underground is no place for a bear-spirit (unless hibernating) and Chen is a little reluctant himself to return there, with little he can do to help with research, and no easy way to get outside and wander. Perhaps he will accompany Russel if he returns to Hillsfar. Its not the most welcoming place for a dragonborn, but Chen could at least pick up some fresh supplies.

The problem was not even that Hillsfar was not welcoming for dragonborns in general, but that it was not welcoming for that particular dragonborn and those accompanying him. "You should not go there as yourself before the city knows the danger is over. Though with their turf wars - who knows if they pay attention at all. Let's just all go home first." It was a long day even with full day rest before. If Toc could really save them some walking that would be appreciated - random fights with local abominations and wild magic could turn two hours walk into a day of hard work.

Toc looks around at folks, "Alright....unless anyone objects...."  (assuming no one objects he teleports you back to the Baelnorns' magic rooms.)

With a bending of reality and a feeling like you've gone through a blender and been spit out, you all arrive back in the hallway that leads into the rooms of magic schools and the Mythallar. Toc heads in, and finds Tic sitting and watching the Mythallar.  The place seems unchanged from when you left. 

Tic says, "I've been watching this thing. It's runes and surface change. They seem to slowly move through six different patterns over the course of 45 minutes...then they just sorta stay the same for 15 minutes, then they go back to changing. I can't figure out why." 

Toc nods, "Hmmm, strange.  So...let us have a telepathic discussion now about next steps.  It would seem the dragon wants me and Nuzej to spend some time reading the Baelnorn's books and trying to learn what we can about the Mythallar and what he was doing to it. This could take....several days...weeks...heck, it could take months really.....but, before we get to that...I'd like to see how everyone is feeling. I would have relied on Jahren to ....read the crowd...but....I know that was a pretty upsetting situation. I desire to kill that thing...though...I can't logic my way into a reason to do it at the moment. She knows a thousand years worth of knowledge....that we may yet need." 

Chen has calmed down considerably, but is still sullen, and his thoughts carry an uncharacteristic sharpness. If access to the beast's knowledge is a necessity in order to deal with this greater threat, then help you resolve this threat I shall, for no other reason than to end your dependence on the beast that it may be slain. But I will not deal with the beast directly, nor can I aid you greatly in searching books. Perhaps I would be more helpful scouting this Warlock's Crypt, or helping with any other loose ends.

Toc nods, "Yes, I think you may end up with a bit of time on your hands, as might many of you. Perhaps if there are any personal things you'd like to take care of for the next couple of weeks?  The Warlocks Crypt sounds...one....very very dangerous...and two, it's half the world away on the sword coast. I would not send you scouting there on your own at all. Surely you can find a way to burn a couple weeks....personal time...making a cooking class? Designing Dragon murdering siege weapons? I'd suggest exploring the ruins, but...I feel like we might all end up waiting for you to finish some crazy adventures before we can move forward...."

Chen nods thoughtfully but doesn't say anything. Exploring the ruins might yield useful information to help counter the dragon in its lair, not to mention powerful artefacts or potent weapons.

"Ask Jahren to read you" repeated Mirica looking at Toc with the mix of pity and disgust on her face. "Guess in your twisted mind it might even sound like a care of a sort, just like your idea of making doubles of all of us in case originals will die - calibration and replacement of broken instruments, nothing personal. In case we do have a saying in your sick plans and Fianna did not gave you my answer yet - its a "no" from me, without any further discussion. You asked about feelings? I feel dirty, even more so now." Mirica took a deep breath calming herself and added. "I do not blame you," (the tone did not conduct that statement too well, but she tried) "as I would not blame a predator for hunting people. You are broken and incapable of any (normal) feelings. So, let's try logic here. I did not get an impression that your "ancient library of knowledge" is willing to share them, even if you plan to replace Ezia. But what we do know, is that Verdant Cloud is a green dragon that counts that region her own. She has two daughters, that plan to settle near their mother, and one already got a mate. Both "your library" and her spawn already killed countless number of people, threatened Hillsfar and every other city along the coast, including elven settlements. If your words about care for people here were not an empty jest, you would have to prove it, because it's either those people - or the dragons, there is no alternative and I am pretty sure Verdant Cloud knows it too."

"The only reason I agreed to leave her lair without fight, was that bigger threat that still needs our attention. I am not fully convinced that the dragon is truly willing to work together. If Larloch is as smart as the legends say - he has to be to challenge the gods - we can expect that  the whole meeting was planned by him, so we did not try to kill his main asset, while the dragon could betray us at the right moment. Yet, he let it slip that Verdant Cloud is a liability to him now. Was that planned as well? I do not know. Just would not exclude it."

Mirica ended her long speech unexpectedly. "Chen, Fianna, what do you say we visit Hillsfar? It is bad to go alone right now anywhere. I need to spend some time in the temple, Chen wanted some supplies, and Fianna might catch a word on the streets and the last rumors of the region. Then we can return to the forest - just to clear heads. Should Russel decide to continue his work with us, that could be the chance to know each other a bit better too."

     “I’d happily accompany whoever is going to Hillsfar and lend my talents. I’ve no love of that city but I’d be able to disguise any who needed it and, as you say, hit the streets and try to listen for any rumors or such,” Fianna agrees.  “Unless Toc needs me for research?”

     “Though I may do my own research at night, accessing the Demiplane in which we shoved the magical enchanting books...”

Toc accepts Mirica's punishment silently, his only response to drum his fingers on the ground. He's thoughtful for a few moments, wondering if anyone else will comment. Finally he says, in a fairly calm voice, "It's not every day that I get to be called twisted, broken, incapable of feeling, and have it strongly implied I'm to blame for foolish decisions, while simultaneously having that person agree with the outcome. If you need to spit venom at me in order to stomach the decision we all made together, and place the blame for everything at my feet, then I will gladly play that role. But do not pretend I've made this decision alone. Everyone here made the decision. To lay that dragons wrongs at my feet and tell me that I accept them gladly, is a delusion. It's you looking at me and seeing a simple reflection of your own choices, and getting upset.  That will fester, and eat away at our ability to work together. Be prejudice against elves if you wish. Dislike magicians if you wish. But don't make me the symbol of your hate for these things. I am not your enemy, and I do not want evil in this world, and I seek only to help. In fact, I was ready to take Chen over to that dragon and kill her. I still am. If you are having second thoughts about what we've decided, I will gladly travel back there and end her. We have seen her cave. Nuzej and I can teleport us there when needed. If would certainly make me FEEL better."  He pauses, and in a kinder voice says, "If Mirica, you are simply upset about magical clones, it was always and will remain to be an offer only. Do not conflate topics, it's confusing and disingenuous. And if they upset you so much, then I will withdraw my offer to you and Fianna, and place the magic away, unused at all. In fact, if Tic bothers you, then he to can be...released. However, make no mistake, his assistance was CRITICAL in defeating the Baelnorn and its servants. We go to battle with one less ...capability.....if you decide you don't want him around." 

Tic looks around with a bit of a worried glance at everyone but says nothing.

Mirica said her piece. As spiteful as it was she, at least, needed it to be finally said out loud to clear things up. Though it seemed it still came out wrong and was far from any clarity. Much more calmly than before she tried again if only to explain others who had to witness the scene. "No, Toc, I did not blame you for decision to leave dragon's lair today - it was our collective decision and though remains as questionable or uneasy as it was back there, it is as you said - we know much more now than we did before and it might help."

"What did surprise me - quite unpleasantly - is your sudden consideration of letting the thing to live for the sake of her great knowledge. This is how those things work - one step at a time, just a thought now and then, just a - theoretical, of course! - "what if" and soon you can not tell right from wrong anymore."

"Anyway, that is philosophical and a matter of a future concern if the time even comes. Here and now, yes, I was deeply insulted that your thought I could say "yes" to your clone idea. Shows how little you understand people around you. But you admitted your ignorance yourself and now you know for sure. I do not have problems with elves or magic - both are part of the natural order. Misuse of the magic is another matter, but this is what we are trying to prevent here, don't we? By any means possible, that includes most unlikely people working together. We do not have to like each other to do that, and while we are all together, I will protect your clone as much as I will protect you and all others to the best of my ability. But it is my duty too to point the line you should not cross, no matter what the goal is. And I will do it as well."

She sincerely hoped that at least the main point came across now. Some time away from the heat of it seemed more and more like the right idea and she would be ready to leave for Hillsfar at any moment.

Toc nods, and seems satisfied with Mirica's explanation, "Very well. I'm glad we were able to clear the air. I think we're all on the same page now, as it were. So, it may take several weeks to read this information....and get something useful out of it. If people need to get places quickly, I'm happy to teleport people around....just ask.  And Chen, when the time comes, I'll be at your side to deal with Verdant Cloud. I've no plans to let her live simply because she knows some useful information." 

     Fianna has no big plans for the "time off" that Toc is envisioning.  She will accompany the party members to Hillsfar and will provide Seeming as needed to help them blend about the city without problems for whatever business they have.  She will accompany them when they wish or need the company, and leave them to go about their solo business when they have it.  Fianna would use her Mask of Many Faces to look like a different person every day (baring going to and from her room) so as to avoid any problems with the yokal locals.

     During her free time in the city Fianna has little plans except to get a quiet room... The first time she is in the room along, she will use Demiplane and open a door into the room holding The Tome of the Still Tongue.  Fianna removes the tome, if it is still there, and allows the Demiplane to end.  She will spend that first night uneasily but once she has had a long rest she will create a new, unique Demiplane and re-deposit the foul book there...  Depending how the time passes and all she may share this information with Mirica and ask her opinion on hiding the book from Toc and Nuzej in this way. She would definitely not discuss with others though.

     Otherwise Fianna will spend any alone time to study the books on enchanting items and creating magical items which she has brought with her.  If/when she completes these books she will use Demiplane to swap them out for others. 

     Fianna would not be looking for adventure or excitement during this time.  Fi'Finella would mostly be out and about on her shoulder or such, invisible, mainly for a second pair of eyes watching for problems.  However...  Fianna is on the broke side and is not above taking advantage of a rich fool or an unscrupulous cad...  Or if she could cause some problems for one of the stupid factions warring with one another and grab some coinage or valuables by doing so... So has ways of doing so.  But again, she's mainly looking to study so these opportunities would really need to leap out at her.

It seems everyone planned a little self-education or other "book-time" during this summer break. Mirica did too. After the visit to Hillsfar (she did need to go to the Temple, and say what you want, but the place was magnificent, providing rest to the agitated mind and soul, as very few places can), unless needed, she would return to their bunker to learn all she could about Mythallars and Mythal as well. Both seemed to be the key to the events so heavily involving the group, and she wanted to know their history, use, and - most importantly - potential misuse.

Mirica's opinion about the lich's book did not change - too dangerous. It could be a paranoia, but by now Mirica was not fully convinced the book was genuinely won in the battle against The Warlock's will, same way as she suspected Larloch's influence behind Verdant Cloud's friendship. So, the idea to hide and re-hide the dark tome would be met with full understanding and agreement. No, despite the paranoia Mirica did not suspect Toc or Nuzej, just did not trust the ability of a mortal mind to withstand Larloch's influence.

Other than reading about the menace-next-door, she would go to the woods, probably with others (better to keep together) for the same purpose - seeking peace of mind and soul in nature. And if someone planned something risky, she would definitely accompany that person (for her sake as much as their - less worry).

Nuzej raises his finger. "I for one am not about to ally myself with the dragon. But if we can learn more, from this library, from elsewhere in the realm, from actual allies, from any source of potential tools or items we could use to investigate, protect against, or circumvent this warlock... we should do it. It seemed better than the alternative, and we'll be careful in sharing whatever we do discover with the Verdant Cloud."

He studiously avoids the interpersonal conflict and is glad when it is mostly resolved. Later, he'll make a point to ask Toc about the clone idea. If this is merely what Tic is, or some other, deeper offer to the party to help make clones of them. He'd be interested, at least to learn more.

Not sure if all the books are in Toc's demiplane, but if not, he'll spend some time going over the remaining books in the lair, plus any other gadgets, experiments, items for fields of study, etc. But mainly, the wizard will just begin filling his spellbook with any spells he can get his hands on. He's happy to head out on forays to explore, whether in this forest or to Hillsfar, especially if there's a chance he could get his hands on a wand or rod that could help give him more tools in his arcane toolbox. (Literally he has an arcane toolbox, leomund's secret chest, which he casts every night to keep his spellbook and components safe, should he not wake up as himself.)

He'll also go through any books in the baelnorn's library that could help inform him about the warlock, the times the warlock lived in, and any possible artifacts that might be useful. He'd defer to Toc as much as possible -- the elf's a bit of a celebrity to the human wizard -- but he'd push for aggressive action to accrue knowledge and power and capability to take on the lichlock. His allies, his vulnerabilities, this location the dragon suggested was his domain, stories of others tangling with him.

If he had a chance to help Mirica delve into knowledge about Mythallar, he would happily do so. 

He'd spend any time Toc would lend him to get to know the wizard, lend his own intellectual heft to the explorations and studies the elf wanted to attempt, and would suggest his own as they discovered things.

Toc says to the group, "Each day, at 9pm, I shall create a door to the 'library' demi-plane. Fianna, if you wish, you may do the same, so that, for an hour, we can all move freely between wherever Fianna happens to be, and to this place. Of course it will also allow Nuzej and I to access the books, and remove ones we wish to study for that day, and return any we remove. I'm going to call this connection our 'magical bridge'. Also, I will be shrouding the Mythallar room, and the storage room and study, in magic each day that will prevent teleportation, scrying, and plane shifting.  The Mythal already does this for creatures coming from outside of Myth Drannor, but I believe in multiple levels of protection. I will also be shrouding the room directly outside it, the illusion room, and the two hallways leading to it, in a warding that will fill it with fog, and make all the doors magically locked and concealed behind illusions. You will all be immune to the warding, but the protections in the Mythallar room can't be breeched even by myself.  Fianna, the Demi-plane door I will create will be in the illusion room, just outside the Mythallar room.  A reminder for us all, teleporting out of Myth Drannor, or into Myth Drannor will NOT work. The Mythal is still in place and you will bounce off of it on your way in or out, and end up in a random place. The demi-plane is the safest way. The air in here is a bit stale, so I plan to stone-shape some more ventilation, but also make some walls of stone so that it's not simple to peer through the cracks and shift inside. It'll take gaseous form to get in. Otherwise, I will be spending my time here, studying as much as possible.  I do have a few errands to run in Hillsfar, and there may be a few days when I can't create the demi-plane door. It is certainly my most powerful spell and I can only cast it once a day, so if I need to access one of my other demiplanes one day, I'll be sure to let Fianna know that there will be no magical bridge that evening. Any questions before we all split up for a time?"

Summer in Hillsfar turns out to be quite the thing. It's as if the warm weather made the people not only shed their thick furs and warm clothes, but also shed their bitter attitudes. Perhaps it's Fianna's seeming spell making you all look human, and thus avoid the racism, but the people seem happy, even kind, and there's a sense of festivity in the air. The air is warm, the attitudes match, and the entire city strikes you as one large market. There seems to be an actual festival every week, with decorations in the streets and large portions of side streets blocked off for outdoor eating and drinking...****y enhancing how maze like the town already was. It's soon known that the threat from the ancient green dragon has been lifted, which seems a weight off the world. Through your connection to the government, Candour, you're informed that the group is no longer wanted, and in fact your names have been cleared. He says he was also able to get the property handed back.  Which is a good thing, since it turns out Lacy was not meant to live with elves. She's more than happy to be returned back to Hillsfar and take back up residence.  A couple of weeks of construction undoes much of the damage, and Lacy fits the place with some nice new furniture and a fresh feeling of home.  Toc lets you all know that he's given the house to her, though she is quick to extend the invitation to use of it whenever you like. There are beds, and rooms, and that whole enchanted basement, and she makes it clear she has no intentions of locking you all out. She seems especially fond of Chen, and chatting about cooking. 

In fact, with the dragon threats removed from the immediate area, it seems as if much of the dour mood and unpleasantness goes away. Yestrel, First Lord of Hillsfar comes down hard on the warring between the factions, and lets it be known that heavily levy's and penalties will be imposed on all trading houses for any more warring that occurs. With the dragon threat removed, and his seat more solidified, it seems it gives him enough weight to throw around.  Despite some of the groups wishes, it seems the street war quickly evaporates, with the trading houses bottom lines threatened.

Finally, a few weeks in, an elven delegation arrives at Hillsfar. The people watch, with cautious eyes, as the delegation is welcomed by their Lord Yestrel...and talks begin regarding unifying their efforts to take back control of the northern half of the forests of Cormanthor.  

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Fianna has relocated the book of temptation and let Mirica know. Toc, the only other person to know how to access the spot previously holding the book does not seem to bring it up with her, so either he never goes there and doesn't know its been taken, or ....he knows and has decided not to raise its absence with everyone...which seems far fetched.  Fianna spends many a lovely day out, with the warm sun basking down on her, and her invisible creature perched on her shoulder....reading the books. They are intense and packed with information specifically about enchanting objects. There is enough material in the combined books to spend a lifetime reading and understanding them, but she feels her knowledge of materials, craftsmanship, and the enchanting process has deepened significantly.  Enough so that she figures she could probably try crafting something. Though, attempting to craft a complex item straight off would be a challenge.  She thinks she should probably start with something common and work her way up. Would she like to try to start crafting something? 

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Mirica also enjoyed her time in Hillsfar, at least the amount she spends there. With the 'magical bridge', its actually easier to visit Hillsfar for a day than to get to the forest, but she manages plenty of forest time regardless. In 'the bunker'....she finds Toc and Nuzej working together like peas in a pod. They've pulled a couple small chairs off to one side near a blank wall and have been busy creating a strange collage, moving paper notes around and connecting them.  They seems to have a growing list of names under a section named "Netheril Cities". They also can be seen occasionally sitting out by the Mythallar and the ground and fervently discussing magical theories, or pacing back and forth.  

Meanwhile she notices that Tic seems 'renewed'. The wounds he took are healed and he seems more 'himself'. He wanders the bunker himself, his staff in his hand, a trail of orange and yellow leaves scattered behind him. They eventually fade away but the effect is nice to see.  He leaves Toc and Nuzej alone, and she wonders if he feels replaced or not...but if he does he doesn't show it, and instead often offers Mirica a meal, or help carrying a book, or getting a chair, or....what not. Polite, and respectful, and always deferring is the best way to describe him.

Reading through the books on the Mythallar, she realizes it's an incredibly complex and powerful artifact that would take her years to learn all about. And...the more she reads, the more she worries about how it could be misused. Instead of a normal magical item that draws magic from the weave to power itself, a Mythallar it seems is woven INTO the very weave itself. It seems that is also how an elven Mythal would work, but where the elves stopped in only allowing a Mythal to alter the flow of magic within itself, a Mythallar goes a step further, and hijacks the way magic works outwards and around it...changing the rules of magic and manipulating the way the weave manages the flow of power. Best she can figure, a Mythal is like someone building a house in a tree. A Mythallar is like someone chopping down a tree, turning it into planks, and constructing a house where the tree was.

Knowing that the Baelnorn and this ancient Netheril lich were somehow manipulating the Mythallar in some way....gives her a sense of dread at what his plans might be.  

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Nuzej sees the days go by like a blur. Not only has it been a long time since he's been 'in the drivers seat', but with the wealth of magical knowledge here he has so much to do, to read, and to learn, that he doesn't seem to have a moment in his day to just sit and rest. His mornings and evening are filled with mad scribbling into his spell books. Learning a myriad of new arcane formula and spells, new ways to manipulate magic and the world around him....time spent tweaking, adjusting, learning and casting. 

He's unsure what exactly it is, but as they days slip by, his fear that Jezun will re-emerge seems to wane. He is far too interested in the magical work going on to give it much thought. Perhaps that intensity itself is what leaves Jezun perched pleasantly in the back of his mind willing to simply observe. The mystery of his own situation is still very much that, but he thinks despite it's unknowns, he's managed to cope well. 

Toc spends quite a bit of time with Nuzej reviewing the journals of the Baelnorn, and reading all about it's knowledge of the Mythallar. There is a good sum of knowledge on the ancient Netheril empire amidst those, the ancient powerful magical empire of which Larloch himself lived through. It was the emergence of human magic...when people like Bigby, or Otiluke themselves created new magic, floated cities through the sky, and lived a fantastical life. Though, it was not without threats. Apparently back then there were two races, one called Sharn, and the other called Phaerimm that were unnatural magical entities bent on Netheril's destruction.  He can find little on them after Netheril fell...literally, but with almost 2000 years of history behind them, he must admit that they're likely gone. 

Toc is quick to avoid any conversation about Clones...Tic or otherwise. He intimates that he's still too tender from Mirica's thrashing to discuss such things. Nuzej does get time in Hillsfar as well....and does a bit of digging for magical rods or wands, hoping to find something that will assist him. Apparently along with some of Toc's connections, and their connection to Candour, who is part of the government ranks of mages, he is able to dig up a few options.  There is a Wand of Magic Missiles and a Wand of Web for sale he could purchase. They are for sale for 8000 gold each. 

He learns a bunch about Lich's during his research time as well. He learns that they obviously have a phylactery that binds their soul to this reality, and that destroying a phylactery is a difficult thing, often requiring special rituals, materials, or methods, unique to the phylactery.  The Lich is a complex undead being, but they all come from the wizards who could not let this physical existence go and usually who desire everlasting life and limitless power. The only real information he can find on Larloch is that he is the Lich to rule all Lich's. He seems the have the ability to pull Lich under his sway, and it is believed that hundreds of Lich's call him master. Even the great Szass Tam once fell beneath his sway, though the leader of Thay somehow won his freedom from Larloch at some point. Also...it's not clear that Larloch is straight out evil.  At least not from what he's read. The Lich is powerful, for certain, but has never made a run at god-hood. Many lesser creatures have. And he hasn't tried to create an undead god by sucking the souls of the worlds dead into a baby creature....like other powerful Lich's such as Acerack have. No, it's difficult to find anything about Larloch that is overtly evil in his deeds in fact. Except of course in his treatment of the Baelnorn, and his use of evil dragon servants and ancient undead sorcerers and demons.  Somehow none of that gets into the written word about him though.  

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Chen meanwhile spends his time going back and forth as he pleases. A great amount of, and variety of food and drink is a constant for those in his orbit, though they seems to struggle to find that carefree happy dragonborn they may have once known. His thoughts are more somber, his looks more serious, and his edge omnipresent.  (Does Chen do anything in particular?)

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Finally there is Russel, the groups newest ally. The sketchy crow creature seems to finish up any dealings he had in Hillsfar. His mission and deeds are his own, and he keeps to himself, though always seems to be "around".  (Let me know if Russel does anything in particular.)