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mental link | morning of day :039
[ The ever present mental music that plays from the bard's end of the connection grows invasively louder sometime after breakfast, and it is rather anxious. The morning has been heavy enough already with packing getting underway, but this is due to something different. While the music in him is clear as ever, his thoughts stumble across the connection sloppily and desperately. ]
( I require a detective... I think. Oh dear, this is quite dire… )
[ He knows of several, but with the situation being as dire as he claims, well... he may need as much help as possible. All hands on deck. ]
( I believe someone has discovered that I am not Carbauschian, and... has poisoned me. )
[ The pauses between coherent thought are more than a bit dramatic, but he's being quite serious. ]
( I require a detective... I think. Oh dear, this is quite dire… )
[ He knows of several, but with the situation being as dire as he claims, well... he may need as much help as possible. All hands on deck. ]
( I believe someone has discovered that I am not Carbauschian, and... has poisoned me. )
[ The pauses between coherent thought are more than a bit dramatic, but he's being quite serious. ]
no subject
( Yesterday? Yesterday the little drink I had left was taken and hidden from me. It was very rude and uncalled for- )
[ But it hadn't stopped him from partaking again at dinner, and he may have been lightly intoxicated during the performance and distractions. The climb back out of the bottle is a steep slope to be sure, but one he's sure he can climb again at any time - just not right now. ]
( If I am to die from poison at what is likely the hand of the Enemy, at least let me have one last drink. )