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[theirondragon]

Hey, glad to see this thing's working right again.

[He sounds amused more than anything. There weren't many people he'd been looking at messaging directly in the first place, but it was good to know he could get this done, now.]

Now that we've got crap behind us, I've got a favor to ask for a friend. Any mages around? I need someone who can remove a magic lock.

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[mutedsuspicions]

<sub>[The word 'mage' sends an uncomfortable sensation up his spine, but Lerith does his best in keeping his discomfort off of his face. Thinking on it, he takes the scarf off to hold in one hand as the other goes up to the metal collar that's stark contrast to his pale skin.

He touches at the metal, and a rune glows purple at the front of it, right over where it looks like scarring his hiding.]</sub>

[I will move away if it hurts too much.]

_{[There was no doubt to Lerith that it would hurt. His owner didn't have any kindness in his body towards his slaves. Gathering every little bit of courage he has left in his mind, the elf lifts his chin. He loops the scarf around an forearm to keep from accidentally muting himself.]}

[I'm ready. Right at the front I think.]