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Oct. 2nd, 2004 @ 09:17 pm As he sits in his haven
:::Terrance sits, tending to his rapier, and mending his clothing, humming quietly. He finidshes his maintenance, and places his things away, drawing forth an Inkwell, sand, lapdesk, quill, and parchment:::

Well, I should write a missive I suppose...

:::Begins scribing a missive to pass to the Independent Kindred of the city, should he be able to find them:::

((OOC: see IC missive on list))
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