<html><head></head><body><div style="color:#000; background-color:#fff; font-family:HelveticaNeue, Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, Lucida Grande, sans-serif;font-size:16px"><div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1478224272169_18936" dir="ltr">Ha'Kell rides over to Maelorna, after scouting around and checking for anyone nearby. He dismounts, his very handsome and striking face red. She can't tell if it's anger at her or frustration or just a fierce-ness. Those in the group can tell Kell is upset.</div><div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1478224272169_20869" dir="ltr"><br></div><div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1478224272169_20868" dir="ltr">He looks are her intently, even reaching down to inspect the collar. His face gets even redder... "We mean you no harm, very probably we mean you somethings that are very good. I'm Ha'Kell. A trader of some or none renown. We need to get this collar off of you. Now. Never again will you wear one..." He then asks everyone, "How can we get this collar off? Now!!"</div><div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1478224272169_20867" dir="ltr"><br></div><div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1478224272169_20932" dir="ltr">"Hold still," the half-elf's voice brooks no argument. He pauses inspects the collar with his Mana Sensing. Even after that he will cast Detection [Max EL] on it, for any kind of magic or traps to the one enslaved by the collar.</div><div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1478224272169_20888" dir="ltr"><br></div><div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1478224272169_20914" dir="ltr">Assuming there are no traps on the collar or magic issues, he inspects it further to remove it.</div><div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1478224272169_21106" dir="ltr"><br></div><div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1478224272169_21055" dir="ltr">If there is no obvious way, he considers the options for a moment. If there is no way for the group to remove it, no way to cut it or unlock it then Kell will begin his summoning. A gnome should be able to use a pair of cutters and remove it in one swift cut.</div><div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1478224272169_18910"><span><br></span></div> <div class="qtdSeparateBR" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1478224272169_20750"><br><br></div><div class="yahoo_quoted" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1478224272169_18930" style="display: block;"> <div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1478224272169_18929" style="font-family: HelveticaNeue, Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, Lucida Grande, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"> <div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1478224272169_18928" style="font-family: HelveticaNeue, Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, Lucida Grande, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"> <div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1478224272169_20865" dir="ltr"><font id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1478224272169_20864" face="Arial" size="2"> On Thursday, November 3, 2016 4:42 PM, d kerr <megumimika@gmail.com> wrote:<br></font></div> <br><br> <div class="y_msg_container" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1478224272169_18927"><div id="yiv9309286849"><div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1478224272169_18926" dir="ltr">
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1478224272169_18925" style="margin-bottom:0in;">Maelorna takes a calming breath and
wills her fingers to loosen upon the hilt of the dagger, before she
manages to slip it carefully into it's sheath. She regards Z'leyra
as the woman speaks in Marentian, "I... I am Maelorna." she
offers hesitantly. "and I understand, you have me at a
disadvantage. If Gniled has sent you, please, just move on, I don't
have any valuables, but I can offer my skills companionship for a
length of time?" she tries to keep the sound of desperation from
her voice.</div>
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<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1478224272169_20751" style="margin-bottom:0in;">As Unali offers her name, Maelorna's
smile fades, "Well, before this, " as she indicates the
parts of a wreckage, "The captain of the ship was kind enough to
allow me passage. As for where I was heading, it didn't matter, as
long as I was able to get far enough away." she offers and then
looking back at the dwarf, "As for the crossbow, I am adept at
it, he insured I knew it's use after giving it to me as payment for
the time I was orde.. " as she pauses and looks away, "He
gave it to me, as a gift, even if." as she sighs.</div>
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