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[Anastasia]

The celestial who greets you is a planetar - one who wears a monk's brown robes, offering his hand out to Xandra and a polite bow to you. His expression is gentle, a compassionate look on his face. "I am Sir Yallan, former Knight-Errant of the Arinnaphim. I've heard good things about you, Duke Moore."

[Nephrite]

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Sir Yallan." Moore says, offering a bow in response. "I hope I continue to give you good reason to hear things of that nature." A smile after that.

"I am here to utilize the House of Knowledge to research something. I have found all I can find in Xiranthador, so this is the next logical place." He says. "I would also like to speak to Lord Oghma at some point, but I understand he can be... difficult to reach." Another smile after that. "I have brought a gift of knowledge."

Moore offers out a written scroll.

It's a piece of parchment that contains the arcane knowledge for Bredanalundalum's Wit, but isn't an actual like... Scroll of it, as per usual.

[Anastasia]

A reply is lost as you hear another voice, soft and seductive. Alluring, beautiful, spellbinding. It is the voice of a perfect temptress, lulling you into her honeyed embrace.

Shall we play a game, Moore?

[Nephrite]

'I have nothing to say to you, Shar.' Is the response.

[Anastasia]

Xandra holds a hand up for silence, watching you.

How unfortunate, because I have so much to say to you.

[Nephrite]

Inwardly, Moore just screams.

'Then be done with it.'

[Anastasia]

You seek the remnants of Syllen. I have the most important piece of them all.

[Nephrite]

'Let me guess, Syllen's soul?'

[Anastasia]

Yes.

[Nephrite]

'Then, by all means, propose the terms of your misbegotten game that in no way favors me.'

[Anastasia]

Come to the Forsaken Heart Citadel in the Negative Energy Plane. Do not die.

[Nephrite]

K:P for 91, Do I know anything relevant about that? K:R for 94 if that's more appropriate.

I mean besides 'wow, you shouldn't go there.'

[Anastasia]

Got it in one. It's said to be a horrid place of death - okay okay, redundant. It's whispered to be an outpost of some horrid thing in the Negative Energy Plane, surrounded by the dead and undead.

It's sometimes thought to be a base of Shar. Othertimes Orcus is named, or sometimes Cyric or Bane. Opinions vary on who is behind it, since those who go there don't tend to come back. One of the few legends about it is obscure, but mentions a great dead hulk that ravages any who come close.

[Nephrite]

Does her presence seem to be gone, or is she waiting on me affirmation or declination?

[Anastasia]

You haven't heard anything else.