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You ask Denise nervously in xyllic: So ... Denise sits up and clambers to her feet. You ask Denise nervously in xyllic: Do I get promoted now? Denise gets a wand of inferno from the backpack. >scream Arrrrrrrrrgh! You say in xyllic: I want to be your Apprentice forever! Really! You start to sweat nervously. Denise yells in xyllic: if I find enough grey mages for the ceremony ... Tunigjot dances in. Tunigjot sits down to rest a while. Tunigjot smiles. You emote: Greuze closes his eyes and makes a wish. Tunigjot ponders the situation. You wish in xyllic: Umbra, Tashala, Gingali, or Gilgalad! Wake up! Denise yells in xyllic: I'll see if I can get Umbra to join ... Tunigjot goes hmmmm. You emote: Greuze cracks an eye open. Tunigjot sings in xyllic: you need the council members ? Tunigjot puts 26 artsas, 30 floans, 59 pretaches, eight enadrases and four bratevexes into the herbbag. You sigh disappointedly. Tunigjot gets a waterskin (1l) from the bandolier. Tunigjot drinks from a waterskin (0l). Tunigjot moves his hands in the required pattern for a spell. Denise ruffles your hair. Tunigjot lifts his hand and his waterskin (0l) is refilled with water. Tunigjot drinks from a waterskin (0l). You say in xyllic: Coordinating the promotion test will be the hardest part, I think. Tunigjot expected female fairies to show up. Janimar enters this world. You groan. Tunigjot smiles at Janimar. You flutter with your wings, lift up a bit and land on your feet. You bop Tunigjot on the head. You sit down to rest a while.Janimar: Greetings Mages. Denise laughs. Tunigjot chuckles. Tunigjot: Greetings Janimar Janimar sings in xyllic: Hello. You greet Janimar. How friendly! Janimar smiles. Denise looks at Janimar. Tunigjot asks you in xyllic: wasn't that reasonable ? Tunigjot grins at you. Denise yells in xyllic: neither fairy, nor female You say to Tunigjot in xyllic: I think you should stay out of the fairy godfather business. Tunigjot sings to Janimar in xyllic: good job disapointing Greuze Tunigjot snickers. Denise greets Janimar. Janimar looks at the small herbbag. Tunigjot sings in xyllic: Godfather...I see myself more as a matchmaker Tunigjot grins at you. Janimar skips out south. You say in xyllic: I pity your beneficiaries.
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