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FORM: Sending Crystal
SENDER: Thranduil
RECIPIENT: Everyone in Kirkwall
WHAT: Thranduil graciously eats humble pie.
WHEN: Today! (12th Wintermarch)
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: Following the fire.

This past Friday, there was a small fire in the section of the tower reserved for the Division heads, specifically my own office and private quarters. Thanks to the efforts of several, including Ser Coupe, no one was injured, and our greatest losses were a few pieces of furniture.

The blaze was my fault. I failed twice, in not properly banking the fire and checking the new wood for dampness caused by the logs being outside during a freeze, and also in not informing the staff that I would be out for the week.

Given the recent cold and what measures we take to remedy it, I politely request that no one repeat my foolishness, stay attentive, and review Gallows evacuation plans in case of a fire. Those that wish to speak with me will find me in the library until my office is cleaned, likely by the middle of next week.

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No. Might've been tempted with Asher, wasn't any love lost between those two but not for me. But it was enough to keep in mind y'know. He's the real terror.

He could have hurt her. A misstep, and she could have been burned.

But I think he understands, now. I hope.

He doesn't think. Old men - certain sorts of old men - they get all set in their I know best and I'm right and you'll listen to me and do as I say ways.

[He's not talking from experience. Not at all.]

You can't plan for everything, first rule of improvising. Did you...is he okay?

[ this may be an accurate description of thranduil, too.

may.

be. ]

Which he?

[Shamefacedly:] Both. But mostly Emeric. He's just-- some things come from a bad place, and some things come from a bottom of the well place that you ended up in after a bender.

Shaken. Did you see his private office, when you were--

[ searching for the best word. was the chariot involved? he does recall crashing. ]

-- gallivanting about?

Dining room, halls, m'lady's boudo-- chambers. [What was that Orlesian betrayal almost out of him.]. Kitchens. Private office was asking for trouble. Why?

It is no matter. You may come by, if you like. The room is warm and I have food, though I cannot promise good conversation, if any at all.

Yeah, can't have you rattling round on your lonesome. I'll bring my fancy tea.