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Zanthia answers the door herself today, a smile on her face on seeing her friend. "Please come in. Shall we call for some refreshments?" She steps into the hall and stops the next passing servant, requesting snacks and drink be brought up. Once everyone is inside, she comes back in and closes...

Zanthia takes her time reaching the ground floor, stopping to chat with guild members along the way. Eventually, she makes it to the desk and catches the attention of a waiting messenger. "Hello. Would you please deliver this to Mar for me? He's a human that carries a bow and had furs for sale...

Taking a break from the endless paperwork on her desk, Zanthia stands up, stretches, and walks out to the hall, in her hand a sealed note. Taking the long way around to the stairs, through the windows she can observe the Aspirants, Initiates, and Keepers practicing their craft in the courtyard...

The elderly woman behind the counter looks at Phelan with a confused look on her face, then pulls out a large tome and starts filpping through the pages. "I'm sorry, but there is no Earthweaver by that name. We have guests coming and going all the time though, is there another of our members who...

"Magi Far'Shenn, perhaps we can discuss this in my study. I believe Mobeus is already on his way to the Arch Mage." Zanthia gestures down the hall towards her door.

The attendant that was assisting Mobeus with Third comes running back up the stairs and comes to an abrupt halt upon seeing the huge Sarr.

The attendant that was assisting Moebus is standing in the corner. As Moebus departs, he tells Thrird where to find the privvy and the dining hall, should he be hungry later. He then bows and slips out, leaving Third to his rest. The moment he staps into the hall, the attendant hears roaring...

"Magi Farr'Shen," Zanthia calls as she approches. "What brings you to our hall today?"

Hearing a commotion in the hall, and an all too familiar roar, Zanthia gets up from her desk and out into the hall to investigate. Through the windows looking accross the courtyard, she can see the large forms and distinctive form of Farr'Shen terrifying the attendant at the top of the stairs...

The attendant is close enough to see Moebus supporting a mostly-unconcious Third, and runs over to help him. He puts Third's other arm over his shoulders, taking his weight. "I'm guessing you need somewhere to put this one?" he asks, glancing at Fredrick, who seems unresponsive himself. "There's...

The door opens and a tired-looking Zanthia steps into the hall, closing the door behind her. "Oh, Fredrick. Have you been here all night? I'm afraid we enacted a slience ritual as a precaution and would not have heard you if you knocked. Could you help Mobeus take Third to an empty room...

There is a quick knock on the partially-open door before Zanthia steps in. "Good evening Master Quynn."

"Enter," Zanthia calls aloud. As the door opens she looks up from her work. "Ah, Fredrick. Thank-you for coming. Have a seat and show me this thing you have aquired."

The moment Zanthia sees the bodies on the floor she rushes over to them, careful not to disturb anything. A glange at the messenger's body immediately tells her that he is dead, and since his body is still here, he is not coming back. Turning her attention to the young woman, she uses her skills...

Zanthia finally arrives at the palace and with the two messengers, makes her way quickly to Victoria's wing.

Zanthia quickly stands and grabs her bag, spell book and cloak. "Let us depart at once then." As she heads out the door she calls the the attendant to get a coach ready. After a quick check at the circle of power in the courtyard, and finding no spirits, the three meet Zanthia's coach at the...

Zanthia looks up from her work at Ithawda. She studies the biata for a moment then sighs. "Thank-you. That is a good start." she pauses a moment, "There are a few biata in the guild. I will see what I can arrange for you, but I cannot make any promises as you are not a member yourself. I will...

Zanthia is visibly surpised by Ithawda's rudeness. Standing, she says, "As I told Fredrick, you have been bitten, but not turned. Since you don't seem to remember that, we can assume the vampire in question used his mental abilites to erase it from your memory. You are not a prisoner and have...

After a short converstion with Fredrick, Zanthia once again takes her seat across from Ithawda, waiting for a reponse to her question.

There is a quick rap on the door as a runner comes rushing into the room. "Excuse me." He says timidly, coming up to Fredrick and holding the note out to him. "This is for you. And there is a messenger from the Duke of Fellcall waiting on you in the antechamber by the desk." The boy continues...