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In the evening, Teja comes in from the forge.
Thady the waitrat brings him a goblet of mulled wine and giggles when the Goth doesn't say a word to that. Teja has decided to stop talking altogether until the curse has passed, and he can speak again without singing in skaldic stave-rhyme.
But he can write.
He has written a note that says:
To Atton Rand, Teja gives greetings!
Here are your throwing blades; one hopes they are what you wanted. If they are, we can talk about what training 'droid' I would need, which is what you offered me in exchange.-
Vale!
He puts that into the bar, followed by the throwing blades which he has finished and brought in with him. They vanish.
Then, Teja takes himself and his goblet upstairs, to sit and sing in front of his own fireplace. Nobody is making him speak again until this strange affliction is gone!
[[OOC: Just for the handing over off the blades, nothing else -- say sorry!]]
Thady the waitrat brings him a goblet of mulled wine and giggles when the Goth doesn't say a word to that. Teja has decided to stop talking altogether until the curse has passed, and he can speak again without singing in skaldic stave-rhyme.
But he can write.
He has written a note that says:
To Atton Rand, Teja gives greetings!
Here are your throwing blades; one hopes they are what you wanted. If they are, we can talk about what training 'droid' I would need, which is what you offered me in exchange.-
Vale!
He puts that into the bar, followed by the throwing blades which he has finished and brought in with him. They vanish.
Then, Teja takes himself and his goblet upstairs, to sit and sing in front of his own fireplace. Nobody is making him speak again until this strange affliction is gone!
[[OOC: Just for the handing over off the blades, nothing else -- say sorry!]]