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enchanted to... keep whatever's in it freezing cold. In my case... cheap ale."
He frowned, rubbed at his eyes, and took another swig of his fresh drink.
"There's someone you should speak to... Unfulfilled-Desire. You can find her
in the Civic Festhall. Talk to her of your love for drink... you'll soon find you
won't want it any longer."
His eyes brightened. "Truly? I shall go... speak to her now, then. I thank...
you, sir." He paused, looking down at his empty mug. "Here... I would have
you take this. I need it... no longer." He handed me the rune-covered ale
stein.
This might just work.
~~~~~
The Dark Birds of Ocanthus... razor-sharp shards of carved black crystal that
were in flight around a pedestal. Their swift, orderly orbits belied the torrent
of icy wind that arose from the base of the art piece.
Granted I could've afforded the proper stuff, if I was able to find a vendor.
This was just so much easier.
Sorry, Yvana.
I dipped the mug into the icy wind rising from the pedestal, catching a small
shard with a slight clang. Peering into the mug, the Dark Bird glistened and
clattered gently with a light shake. Only the mug's magical properties
prevented the sliver of black ice from melting away to nothing.
~~~~~
Merriman squinted up at me. "Well? Have you something that will wipe my
mind of these accursed memories? I certainly hope you haven't returned
without... you'll never get the keys to Dolora's heart, that way."
"Here, take this mug... it holds a Dark Bird of Ocanthus, a sliver of ice from
the River Styx. It should wipe your memories clean..."
Merriman took the mug and removed a piece of paper from his pocket.
Without a word of regret or a final goodbye, he tilted the mug back and
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