Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190628224007/@comment-26517142-20190723212501

Anastasia looks at the Duchess with a cross expression. "Alright. What is this about? Am I correct to assume you want me to do what I think you want me to do?" The Duchess quickly draws out a flat-candy fan that she waves at herself. "Fast perception as always. Fitting for a Yozama child."

Anastasia sighs and stares straight at the Candy-folk noble. She knew what the Duchess wanted but she didn't want to show her agreement until she got closure. "AND? Do you think it will really do us some justice right now? That all of the sudden, you would have me go to Azkadia the Whistle and pin her down to interrogate about what she knows ?" The Duchess' eyebrows slide to the side. "Anastasia Yozama, it is but a prerequisite. We have to make sure... that all the members of Oz's Green Confederate are loyal to your father. If this doesn't show... then.. better we deal with the root of the problem now... more than ever."

"I-I am looking for someone." The Candy-folk girl tapped her fingers against each other. "S-See.. I... I answer to one of the people in this palace. However.... it must not be known to the nobles that I am under this person's patronage lest they might snap and punish me. (Looks around) I-I-I di not see your other friends. Where are they? At the main hall?

"That sounds like a pain." Azkadia declared as Nardu found her seat close to the Wiccen. "Say, if you're the only bureaucrat in your tribe, why haven't you thought about hand-picking a possible substitute in your absence - someone who'd learn to do what you do and follows after you? You can't stay seated on your high seat all day. At least, have someone to manage while you're still searching for the perfect mate to sire you an heir. (Looks up)  That was an  'if I were you' scenario, by the way. Not saying you should really consider it if you have something else planned."

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"Burnt to the ground. Someone... came here before we did." Elphabi said as she flipped out her bone wand and summoned a growing frenzy of green vines to snuff out the flames. Within minutes the fire dies - but it left the houses in smoldering ruins. As Morgan started to heal the Scarecrows, they winced in pain as if the wounds they recieved were just fresh.

Glinda lower down to one of the Scarecrow. "Scarecrow, what is your name?" She asks. The recuperating Scarecrows replies, "Carousa." "Carousa.... what happened here? Who did this to you and the other Scarecrows?" Glinda inquired, to which he recieves a breadth of silence from the latter  individual. "We.... did not see who they were but.... one of them.... started to make a fireball dance on the rooftops of the  houses before they threatened the villagers and left..."

Glinda : Threatened? Threatened you lot about what?

Carousa bolts upright... and places her straw-ridden hands on her lap. "They threatened to do more damage... if we didn't show the whereabouts of Elphabi The Verdant."