Confessions|Clan Fira, Naurorod

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Damien is waiting in his hut when Ann arrives with Charanth, having informed Tres of the letter and left her to handle sending out messages to Pyre and Linnod. As the Fire Leader pours himself some water, he scowls to note that the hand holding the water jug is noticebly shaking. "I'd hoped to have longer before reaching this stage," Damien thinks with a slight sigh. "It's still only an early sign... but it's a noticable one and I can't afford this to become public... Not yet. Not while Ann's still too young."

[Kender Bard]

"Damien?" Charanth called out. "I got the message. Damn, this is-" he paused and glanced at Ann, then held his tongue. "-very bad," he finished lamely.

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Damien quickly put the jug down and strode over to open the door, managing a small smile for the sake of his amused niece. "Ann, don't you have scout training? Thank you for getting Charanth." Ann gives her uncle a perfect 'I know what you're trying to do' look, but nods and walks off. "Come in, Charanth," Damien sighes, holding the hut door open.

[Kender Bard]

Charanth slips inside, looking for somewhere to sit. "As I was saying, this is just like Mirza again isn't it?"

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Damien nods, picking up his glass and taking a swallow of water before trying to put it down before Charanth notices his shaking hands. "Yes, although at least Mizra kept himself in plain sight," he mutters. "I'd like to believe this is just someone's idea of a bad joke, but after Mizra I doubt there's anyone stupid enough to try it."

[Kender Bard]

Charanth watched his hands, frowning pensively and electing not to say anything at the moment. "Do you have any plans? What did Tres say?"

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Damien sighes. "She's worried too, but neither of us can think of much to do. Tres suggested moving the clans closer together so we're a stronger force, but I'm reluctent. It's a lot of effort and annoyance for what could turn out to simply be someone's poor idea of a joke." Damien frowns. "What about you, Charanth? Any ideas?"

[Kender Bard]

Charanth frowned, looking off at nothing in particular as he lightly drummed his fingers. "I think we should keep the clans all wary, but not bring them together. However... I think we should select someone, or a group of someone's, to go try and hunt down who orchestrated this."

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Damien nods thoughtfully. "That's a good idea Charanth," he replies. "Perhaps a group of four... Preferably those who are comfortable in the cities and will draw less attention to theirselves... Tres would be a good choice... or maybe Gemma..." Damien trails off, lost in thought for a moment and idly picks up his glass with a shaking hand to take a sip.

[Kender Bard]

Charanth side and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He couldn't put it off anymore. "How much longer do you have, Damien?"

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Damien starts, nearly dropping the glass. Putting it down and avoiding Charanth's question, he sighes. "I should have known Shadow wouldn't be the only one to work it out. When did you guess?"

[Kender Bard]

"I was starting to have suspicions that something was wrong when you fell asleep in my home," Charanth admitted. "Not that I didn't think you deserved a rest, but you never seemed to let it get to you before in that way. What happened? What's wrong?"

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Damien sighes and replies, "That stunt I pulled off at Lacuna... It overtaxed my abilities to the point it's affected my health." He sighes and mutters, "All stupidity has it's price." before adding at a normal volume, "Don't worry Charanth. I've got years left in me. Right now the worst symtom is the shaking in my hands and that comes and goes."

[Kender Bard]

Charanth sighed inwardly and gave a slight nod. "Regardless, you should still take it easy. Do you know who you're going to send on the expedition at all?"

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"I might be slightly ill Charanth, but I'm not an invalid," Damien replies sharply. "I'm not going to collapse at the first bit of pressure. I'll get Ann to carry messages to the clans and other little duties that don't really require me to preform them, the responsiblity will be good training for her, but I'm not going to laze around in my bed. You know me better then that." Damien considers the second part of Charanth's question. "I'll send... Gemma, Ashra and..." He frowns thoughtfully. "Can you recomend anyone from Char? Perferably someone in at least their mid-twenties? Gemma tends to need someone to keep her rashness in check."