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Date Posted: 22:30:30 10/05/03 Sun
Author: Risky Brikhaus, Muskie Smudgekettle
Subject: Approved

Risky looked back at another guard, who nodded. 'No lies, Sir.' The rather intense female looked back at Innis, and turned towards an ornate door leading into the freehold. 'This way.'

Innis is led into an immense hallway, it's ceiling rising to a dizzying height. The night stars of Glass are painted on the rotunda above, a swirl of checkboard marble gives any of height a sense of virtigo when looking at their feet. The halls are dimly lit at this hour, but just as Risky's boots cease clanking in the foyer, leather boots come clap-clap-clapping down a long expanse. It takes almost a full minute for the little Boggan to make his way there. (find a description of Muskie on the cast page)

The man looked up at Innis, holding a pudgy hand over his eye to see up to the strange creature's face. 'So you're our mystery handiman, hmm? Lovely. Just lovely. Are you hungry? I'm sure we can heat up some tea for you. Cakes? We can dig those up too, whatever it is you prefer. Please, follow me to the parlor. The Baron will be down any moment now.' He titters a bit in his fat, bass voice, and pads with the clap-clap of his boots off to the parlor.

The Parlor in Caer Avallach is as lush and light as the name would suggest, in beautiful lace and satin, light blue and beige trimmed with gold. Many clawfooted chairs and divans create ample social space, white marble tabletops beautified by intricate, oval doilies.

Muskie speaks up. 'Ah, yes, here it is, and please, have a seat Sir, the Baron will be right with you. Was there anything I could get you?'

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