Out 'n About

[Ahraineclis]

I spoke with a Swordmaster, Ithilmar, via pigeon carrier. Or Empire rider, maybe even divine transferal, I've never actually seen how our mail gets from one place to another. Or for that matter, why is it the mails always addressed to me when I peak inside. I mean, I'll sit by the thing till the wee hours of the morn, taking heed to hideaway up in a distant tree. I see people coming and going, but no one ever- Are they taking my mail?
Oh right, Ithilmar knows Geese, and therefore, we really don't know anything about him. If you see my brother about though, please send him an invite and give him some grouping time. Now, is it my mail they're taken or does this box work on some magical source I've never studied on? *continues muttering on about the mail system. Theories and revelations abound, only to be replaced by more mutterings of different theories and revelations.*

[Jesse Brake]

Right O elf dandy, I got him mucking about with Chawps and Grinzon, letting him cut his teeth and be evaluated. We'll see how the guv'ner performs, and if he's mustard, we'll send him a bell.

[ithilmar]

"I always thought that the mail was carried invisibly on the winds of magic, but I suppose I've never contemplated the mechanics of it. I don't recall from my time in the White Tower ever meeting an archmage responsible for moving it from place to place, so I am at a loss." Allows the slightest crease of concentration, hinting at deep thought, to cross his face.

He allows the episode to pass and continues. "It was my privilege to join Chawps and Grinzon, and then a few others the following day. I am grateful for being allowed to don the colors."

Pausing, and then said with the barest hint of a grin. "As to whether I'm Mustard, I have as of yet to meet an Asur by that name. Perhaps you've confused me with someone else?"