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Shifting from one foot to the other, Isawda began to wonder if the portal would ever open. At this rate they would not be back for their first planned tavern gathering.

Stepping closer Isawda lowers his voice,,, "That there is. The matter of Fredrick's will and possessions may have been resolved with some unseemly haste. It appears that more than a few items may have gone.... missing." Pausing he looks around carefully to be sure they are not overheard. "The...

Shifting the weight of his few possessions on his shoulder, Isawda looks around idly. Portal travel was like much in the Breach. Quick enough in and off itself. But brutal in getting people organized and on thier way! <grin>

"Then so shall it be. I will fetch my few needful things and be back in but a moment." A brief walk to his cabins and a quick gather of a few items into a bag, and Isawda returnd. "I stand ready as the Lady Zanthia has requested."

"A most gracious offer." "Unfortunately the item that the Fatespinner charge me with obtaining is not yet in hand." "It appears that I will be spending more of the winter season in the Breach than I had planned." "Please let Lady Zanthia know that I will continue the search until it is recovered."

With a tired sigh, Isawda stops and turn about. "I am, perhaps, the senior member of the Earth Circle present in the Breach. Our leader is the Fatespinner, Lady Zanthia." Respectfully nodding to the messenger he continues "How might I assist you?"

"Graciously done Boris, you have my thanks!" With that Isawda turns and heads for Fredrick's cabin...

Pulling a sheet a paper from pouch, Isawda writes and seals a quick note to the Fatespinner. When it is finished, he looks around at the gathering caravan for Calenhelm. "Might I ask one of those traveling to Calenhelm a small favour? I have a message that I would wish delivered to the Lady...

Walking out of the Tavern, Isawda's gaze sweeps around the commons, looking to spot Thistle before the gathering crowd departs.

With a tired sigh, Isawda rubs his eyes. "Then unless I can find Thistle and discover the unlikely news that she has had the spellbook all along, I am in for a long quiet winter turning over every rock in the Breach." "I thank you for your patience with the inquiry when I am sure you are eager...

Isawda hears Hamish response with a frown. "It was not Fredrick's usual practise to carry his spell books with him when he expected trouble." "While I know you word is beyong question Hamish, were there any others involved in gathering his pocessions?" "Pehaps they ... forgot ... to turn over...

Bowing slightly to the Matistrate and the Squire, Isawda pauses. "I am not sure if the matter is ... amiss, so much as not yet property and fully resolved." "There are some loose ends as a result of Fredric's departure. I understand that he had a will, but I have not seen of it, or heard that...

Turning from the departing Fatespinner's messenger, Isawda heads quickly for the tavern. As he walks his eyes sweep the commons looking for familiar figures. Who would be most likely to be aware of status of Fredric's will and possessions... It should have been presented to the Magistrate for...

"if you will but await but a moment, I shall provide an immediate reply." With that Isawda quickly writes a respectful response to the Fatespinner. It is but the work of a few moments before it is completed. Arising, he hand the missive to the messenger with a not and his thanks.

Jogging across the common, Isawda comes to a halt in front of the messenger with a brief bow. "How may I serve the Lady Zanthia and the Guild?"

(As found in the Journal of Isawda of Parsons Breach) My strongest recent memory (favorite moment) is of the Duke calling me forward to try to save Ithawda's memories, and failing to save them as I failed to protect her. Those who tried to hold me back by my arms and thier voices, I could not...

Seeing the commons uncommonly empty, Isawda heads for the tavern. Perhaps the background sound of voices will let him sort throught all his recent meeting has given him to think on.

Walking slowly, Isawda head across the common toward the Earthcircle and the tavern. While his feel move slowly, his mind whorls as a result of the meeting just left. It had given him much to think on , much to do. And perhaps a little hope...

Heistating only briefly, Isawda takes the offered chair with a nod of thanks. "And these grave tidiings you speak of. Are they matters of condern for the Sherrif, the Earthcircle, the Biata, or the Breach in general?"

"As you wish." Isawda smiles ruefully "Since it seems that you wish to speak with me, I hope that the cabin wards are not currently active. Otherwise, it may be a rather one sided conversation with me unconsious on the floor!" With that, Isawda moves to step into the cabin, looking to see who...