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Post by Flex on Dec 11, 2009 19:38:46 GMT -5
Daeron stood up again and pointed at the marks. "Have you noticed these?"
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 11, 2009 19:39:50 GMT -5
The man nodded fearfully.
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Post by Flex on Dec 11, 2009 19:40:46 GMT -5
"I assume they are from that night?" He asked, looking all over the floor to see if he could find any more claw marks.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 11, 2009 19:41:10 GMT -5
"Yes," the man confirms.
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Post by Flex on Dec 11, 2009 19:49:39 GMT -5
"And you heard absolutely nothing?" Daeron asked.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 11, 2009 19:50:36 GMT -5
"Not a sound milord, I slept soundly well past sun up, which doesn't usually happen."
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Post by Flex on Dec 11, 2009 19:52:07 GMT -5
"Hmmm." Daeron says, biting the inside of his cheek in thought. "Was your daughter acting differently that evening? Were there any strangers in town?"
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 11, 2009 19:52:53 GMT -5
"No. Nothing like that that I recall."
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Post by Flex on Dec 11, 2009 19:54:18 GMT -5
"Then I shall leave you and investigate more in the village." Daeron replied, shaking the man's hand. "I thank you for your help."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 11, 2009 20:08:11 GMT -5
The man frowned.
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Post by Flex on Dec 11, 2009 20:18:36 GMT -5
Daeron smiled and left the house. Outside the door he looked for any tracks.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 11, 2009 20:28:03 GMT -5
All the tracks are Daeron's own.
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Post by Flex on Dec 15, 2009 7:15:30 GMT -5
He frowned and looked for any groups of people.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 15, 2009 9:42:17 GMT -5
He spots a small group of hooded men in black robes, with white shoulders sitting and watching him with great interest.
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Post by Flex on Dec 15, 2009 13:25:57 GMT -5
Daeron looks them over for a moment before heading in their direction. "Can I help you?"
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