999, 5th of Aryth
12th bell
Corridor heading to the east wing of Fairhold
Fairhaven, capital of Aundair
Salamanthar strode quickly on his way back to the Ministry of Justice. His stomach turning with either Jack’s information or all the grape juice he had drank. Arrah for all of her ten feet moved gracefully behind and off to one side of him. To Salamanthar’s immediate right sauntered Arigar. Behind them came Doltar and Rijkert at a more leisurely pace. Taking
999, 5th of Aryth
11th bell
Salamanthar’s Office - Ministry of Magic
Fairhaven, capital of Aundair
“So I see your Warlord Adal has to keep up my Warlord Darro.” commented Baron Delgado McLoud de Vasquez de la Penna, also known as Jack. Who sat in Salamanthar’s office sipping grape juice which had horribly stained his handle bar mustache purple.
“Pardon – I do not follow you Jack.” Salamanthar was doing his best to not break into his huge customary grin when
999, 5th of Aryth
shortly after 10th bell
Offices of the Ministry of Justice
Fairhaven, capital of Aundair
Salamanthar felt his stomach muscles clench up as if he had just encountered a bully from his old days at pre-magical school. He knew instinctively the baron could be an extremely useful friend or a very powerful enemy. Almost to prove his train of thought Salamanthar watched as Baron Delagdo de Vasquez de la Penna, also known as Jack, took total control of the
999, 5th of Aryth
almost 10th bell
Courts of Justice – the east wing of Fairhold
Fairhaven, capital of Aundair
Salamanthar reviewed the promised reports, done as soon as ‘elfishly’ possible, then made his way to the massive east wing of the castle of Fairhold. His entourage fell into military order behind him with Arrah in the formation the cadence reverberated down the corridors. As they moved closer to the main Ministry of Justice division Salamanthar spotted a
999, 5th of Aryth
7th bell
Ministry of Magic
Fairhaven, capital of Aundair
Salamanthar rested his head on the coolness of his livewood desk. His self inflicted headache throbbed with every beat of his fire-elf heart. Last night after the debacle at the warehouse he had returned to his quarters to discover a parcel from nearby Passage. The handwriting was clearly that of his gnome friend Francis Ulysses Calvin Kyle the IV even though it only contained one word – congratulations!
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