Tryll and Gytha (Tryll; 83 days left)

[Anastasia]

'You do,' Gytha concurs. 'Go get one.'

Any preference on who casts those sendings for you?

[Yuthirin]

Someone with a proper wizard hat.

[Anastasia]

Thus you end up before Sage Vul'lath. He looks up from his reading in the library and says quietly, "How many sendings?"

[Yuthirin]

'Three, if you would. The message would read as follows: Hello, this is Tryll. I realize that you're probably busy, but if you would contact me at your earliest convenience I would be much obliged.'

[Anastasia]

"Thrillling," Vul'lath says sourly, "Names? Interplanar sendings, I presume?"

[Yuthirin]

'Thorajin, Aka, and Kirna.'

[Anastasia]

With another sigh, Sage Vul'lath rises, "This way. Each casting will be ten minutes and allow for a reply."

Roll 1d100 3 times and post it.

[Yuthirin]

[blockquote]Rolled 1d100 : 55, total 55[/blockquote][blockquote]Rolled 1d100 : 89, total 89[/blockquote][blockquote]Rolled 1d100 : 6, total 6[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

When done a half hour later...

"Thorajin replies with one word: Maybe," Sage Vul'lath begins, arms tucked into his robes and long sleeves. "Aka did not reply and Kirna expressed interest, but a lack of ability to reply herself."

[Yuthirin]

Interesting that none of them fell in that 5% chance of failure.

'Hm. Would you be amenable to another pair of sendings? If not, I can trouble someone else.'

[Anastasia]

"Very well," Sage Vul'lath agrees, waiting on your instructions.

[Yuthirin]

'Please ask the Thorajin and Kirna if they would be agree to meet here. If not, to provide a place I can meet with them.'

[Anastasia]

Soon enough the answer is, "Ahem. Maybe and she can meet you in the City of Brass, respectively."

[Yuthirin]

'Well, it's better than some part of Hell, I suppose. What is Kirna doing on Fire of all places? Hm. And Thorajin is being difficult. I'll need to suss them out. Thank you for your time and assistance, Vul'lath.' Tryll says.

Calleigh's suspiciously-quiet state vanishes as she glomps onto Vul'lath's arm. "Itsahuuuuuuuuug!" And then she takes off out of the Library.

[Anastasia]

Make a Reflex save, Calleigh.