*The towering Olath'sutrinos is seen once more attending to his temple duties personally. The rumor of his absence is that he has been honing his skill with a new, sinister weapon and revisiting many of the battlegrounds of his youth. His eyes glow a bit redder, his bearing more withdrawn as he pridefully strides through city on his patrols.*

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52 moves through the Temple foyer as quietly as possible bowing deeply to the priestess and Spider Guard as usual. Yet when he sees the Oloth’Sutrinos, after bowing, unless stopped by the Oloth’Sutrinos, he turns on his heal and heads to the Ul’ath’tallars office with considerable speed.

If followed, 52 would dash inside the office and close the door.

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Ari'aerath Dlues'athsha ~ Silver Singer with the Bow of the Sun
Clarette Feohn ~ Magic is Art.
Victoria Marrs ~ "I have an herb for that."

The Olath'sutrinos would notice the favored slave as he goes about his business, hopefully taking the moment before the slave ran off to give him a letter to carry to his mistress. After waving him off he would return to his business, rubbing his heavy brow with a sigh.

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