Emillion Communications Network

So it's probably about time to show my face in public and set some things straight, rather than haunting the Grande Cathedral in silence. Certain things are true: yes, Rictor Cassul is back in Emillion for the foreseeable future. Other things you may have been hearing about me lately are not true. Probably being stirred up by some spiteful asshole still sore about losing a duel.


[FIGHTERS GUILD]
Did I hear correctly that I missed out on a homecooked meal?

[SELORIA]
Lunch, you, me.

i'm looking for bulk purchases of bomb fragments and marlboro vines. anyone know of a shipment?


[AZALEA]
hi, hello, cyclone kapur here. hier's assistant. i have a huge delivery of cryptography, cryptanalysis, and symbology textbooks for you, along w/ a few old scrools scrounged up from the tower. where can i deliver them

or even better, can you come here because i don't want to carry them a single step further, they nearly broke my back

What with the [...] revelations of my numerous lovers, I must say that tonight's auction may prove to be interesting. I do hope that those able to come will do so.

[ Reinholdt ]

Will you be in attendance tonight? If so, perhaps you would care to buy me a drink before I set myself before the various people I am rumored to be sleeping with. Else, should you be too busy, I shall see you whenever we next happen across each other.

It seems today is rather filled with hustle and bustle, no? I do hope to see many of your faces at the auction happening this eve, if you be bidder or reward. I know Vivi would be thrilled to see you all

[Vivi.]
This day is a mess and I want nothing to do with it.
Could it, perchance, happen not to rain upon my birthday, in the most theoretical of senses?

Would you happen to have a moment to spare before the auction?