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Don't give me that throwing fish look! You know it's true.

I'm pretty sure that's just you father. -throws a chair at him-

The unusually silent elf looks sad about his lack of tea.

I'm pretty sure that's just you father. -throws a chair at him-

Such insolence! You need punishment for that!

* Wintermoot grabs Chanku, takes him over my knees and begins to spank him in front of everyone in the bar. As I am spanking Chanku, I notice the elf still waiting for his drink

Hey there! Sorry, it seems Aubrey is off on some adventure...or maybe he's visiting home in Ainur. In any case, feel free to get anything you want.

The elf smiles, and proceeds to brew up his own tea.

* Wintermoot smiles at the elf

Travelling through the region? How are you enjoying everything?

*the changelings heart a bit warmed up from her Ice @#$$ personality earlier sits by the elf*

You know If you guys are looking for adventure I can find one across the mutiverse for you to enjoy. the changeling tries to make up for what has happened.

*Emerges from the office looking tired and beautiful as always*

Plans are complete! No what has been going on in My Tavern? I seem to turn my back for a second and the whole place moves on without me.

*Makes a lovely plate of sandwiches for the guests and places them on the bar*

The Elf pulls a card from a pocket that explains much.

On there is printed that he's a member of The Adventure's Guild, tasked with passively mapping and exploring new places the Guild comes into contact with. Underneath is a further line written:

"I cannot speak due to a curse."

*the queen feels really bad now*

Ok I guess the horde can Corporate with the guild on a straight up mutual way...

*hands the elf a piece of paper and pen*

On their write down where you want to....

*notices her phone number is on that particular side and her cheeks flush red*

Whoops that was supposed to be a surprise for later....

*she flips it over embarrassed*

Now write what you want to do, go, achieve...even if it has been done before i can promise you  can experience it for yourselves.she begins to sound more like a saleswoman than a queen at this point.

Wintermoot wonders why the elf has been cursed, but puts the question aside when he sees Aubrey come out of his office with sandwiches. Sandwiches, yum!

Aubrey! You don't think we all turn to stone when you go off or something, do you? Now, what is it you have planned?

The elf paused, then wrote upon the card he'd been given the following in a very pretty script.

"I would prevent the evil witch who hexed me and my family from ever casting her wicked magic in the first place."

a look of pain and regret crossed the elf's face.

I am sorry for your loss...now give me a date and location and i will open a tear. the changeling hands him back the paper.

Instead, the Elf pulls an eye-piece from his pocket, and a computer-voice speaks for him.

"This user cannot speak at this time. The hex is a tricky one, if Throngvir, which is the name of the Elf before you, if he speaks, his family dies. If he removes the hex, he dies. If Temporal Power is used to prevent the witch from casting, they all die, for the curse has an element of time to it. Throngvir has chosen not to consult anyone of authority on this, as logically, it seems hopeless." The Eye Piece said.

It flashed a date, today's date, one hundred years ago, in a forest in Warhaven.

Ok so I have 3 options for you to consider...

*pulls out a list and writes each option with a check mark box next to it*

1. I go and remove the curse myself...Or at least kick the !@@ of the witch as payback

2. We go to a alternate realm and stop the witch from doing it there sparing another version of yourself

3. we do option 2 and then follow it with option 1 as the alternate version of you kills the witch before she can cause a curse preventing it from ever happening

*The changeling ponders a bit*

Hmmm but that may cause a paradox and you would fade from existence...but i guess you would never remember any of this at least. the changeling explains to him waiting to see if any idea takes root.