They glided, strode, stomped and simply walked past the tattoo artist and hair designer straight into the Sorcere. Perhaps the rather bereft duo noted the passing of Ilharess Nizzre’tyne Jess d’l’Orbb. Certainly the Ilharess paid them no heed. Some dressed in similar colors, some not. How many? A few. Most Drow, one a rather large fellow, probably Orog.

The group flowed past the librarian, perhaps she recognized the slender figure of the Melzar whom had spent so much time with the books.

Suddenly they appeared outside once again but this time upon the balcony of the tower only to troop inside the room there. They were there a long while which, really, for Ilharess Nizzre’tyne was nothing spectacularly unusual. She had spent much time in the sorcere tower with odd sounds, explosions, roars and the like coming from that room when she was in there. At one point the rather large one, an Orog most probably stomped out then down and out again passing the artistic duo with a grunt. Obviously off on some errand or another.

Finally, after that long interval, the rest filed out to the balcony, down the portal into the study and out the front door of the sorcere. The same that entered were the same that exited, minus the Orog looking one. They seemed unharmed more or less. So either no punishment had taken place or maybe…the Ilharess had healed them so that none would know?

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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."