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Calan laughs. “ you mentioned giving Evo a letter and were a bit sheepish at the time. He’s insinuating you intended to give him a love letter. Which is likely infinitely more juicy than the truth.” Calan pours the tea into two copper cups. he offers each of them to his companions. “They will...

“I cannot speak for this wonderful spirit but I am not half bad all things considered. How about your selves?” Calan having realized he hadn’t asked his companion how she was doing. “While I’ve never heard about the troll it wouldn’t shock me given that you once married a spider.”

Calan not looking up from the kettle water beginning to boil now he pulls it off of the small fire. Rummaging through his pouches he pulls out a small bag of dried herbs. “You’ll have to excuse the crude ness of this I don’t have a strainer or proper pot.” Calans head cocks to listen to the...

Calan smirks. “This might break your break but as I understand xorta is dead so when you do meet him you are always meeting him in the past, and yet it’s the present for both of you. It’s entirely possible to meet him at an earlier time when he hasn’t met you yet. But yes leaving time does...

Calan grimaces and then softens. "I don't think of Brighton as a backwater town, nor do see it as a waste of time." he pauses. "I can see how given how I have spoken about other tasks I may have given you that idea. That was not my intention for that I am deeply sorry." Calan removes his cloak...

Calan chuckles at the mention of being mysterious. “You didn’t even meet me during my mask phase.” He lets out a little laugh. “there is no need to apologize you did nothing wrong.” He pauses to choose his words carefully. “ I , am, well, that’s a hard question to answer simply. I suppose it...

“Peaceful isn’t it?” He says as he emerges from the forest. His eyes remain closed; as he walks somewhat closer. “When it rains this long the forest all but goes to sleep” he looks as though he’s been trekking through mud, and his cloths look as though they may weigh as much as he does. His...

Maybe, but the time I was thinking of happened right after the dragon mod

Calan having just exited the sanctum watches this quietly from a distance. This doesn’t seem like the time to interrupt or speak. He then carries in and wonders off on his own to think.

1. How the "roles" function worked for you (when you selected a role, it opened up specific channels) *A quick note: It was told to me after event that players in the "Commons" could see the discussion in the Private cabins. This was an error on coding on my part, and I do have it fixed now so...

Calan exits the office then leaves the sanctum.

Calan looks about. As elly speaks a look of great annoyance crosses his face. “Evo, may I be frank with you?”

Calan enters behind Jinn and remains quiet. While he does wish to speak to Evo there are far too many people about and he worries they all may jump in with their own thoughts on the matter.

Calan watches jinn walk away and considers following him. The chances of meeting with Evo are much higher in the sanctum but he wasn’t sure it was bet to do so. He looks back into the forest and around the the lux as he pondered further what to do. Ultimately deciding to follow jinn.

Calan looks about as people move back and forth around him. His conversation with Stig and Evo having been cut off by the previous evenings events. Calan looks at his badge in his hand considering carefully what to do next he needed to talk to Evo. He was filled with anger, frustration and rage.

“If I recall you called him Bluejay, or Jay.” He said matter of factly. “There’s no need to hold onto that hilt; id not defend myself If you attacked me. I can tell you that it would not help your position her in the lux. I don’t even think I could convince them to not punish you for your...

Calan looks at the woman before him. He considers his surroundings and what he can say. “A fair question without an easy answer that you are rightfully owed.” He thinks about his words carefully. “I will gladly tell you more at a latter date but for now I will say I knew James, and I knew the...

“To answer your question, her husbands name was James Thatcher.” Calan examines her reaction a deep sinking feeling sat at the pit of his gut. “What’s it’s name?”

Somewhat satisfied with the answers he reaches into his satchel and pulls out a crochet doll. It looked like a pixie with a key for a necklace when Calan first arrived at the fort he kept it on him at all times. But for the last couple years it’s sat at the foot of his bed. There was sadness and...

Calan nods and tosses the stone. “What was her favourite food? Iris that is?.”