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[overharrowed]

Incoming messages and correspondence for Enchanter Julius.

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crystals;

[wythersake]

Rowntree broke an arm in impressive fashion. It's going to be spongy a while, longer if he doesn't sleep.

[ so: deal with that. or tell him that it's no longer julius' problem, that julius died two years ago and this crystal belongs to his animated corpse, that julius was carried off by an errant dracolisk, or quit to the join the circus, and improve his day considerably - ]

[overharrowed]

[Whether or not he'd heard Isaac was on the scene, they've not yet spoken, and there's a brief pause in the response. (Less surprise and more spent a lot of mental energy on trying to keep the Central Tower from shaking apart, possibly, but hard to judge long-distance.]

Where is he now?

[Usually Julius isn't the curt one, but it's been a long night during which he hasn't had time to think about Marcus seen he'd seen him streaking by a tower window much earlier.]

[wythersake]

[ this all just goes to show that you can't trust important tasks to a dracolisk ]

Prayer garden. What remains of it. If you're distant, I can - tabarnak, Voss is here. Fetch him when you're able.

[overharrowed]

I'm not far. I'll head that way now. Five minutes, give or take blocked walkways.

Thank you for calling me.

[At least the manners that are reflexive made it through the night intact.]