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<blockquote data-quote="Hillsy7" data-source="post: 6888543" data-attributes="member: 6689191"><p>Jabbar's residence was more homely that Burrai imagined it would be. He was expecting something more functional - an attic above a warehouse, or an office hidden behind or below some workshop or other. A place where a smuggler might keep a palette to sleep on, but otherwise functional. Instead this living space was properly furnished and stocked for comfortable living. Even the shopfront looked well kept and tidy. It had more personal touches than Burrai had come to expect from a line of work where staying in small spaces gave kept business well hidden. For a smuggler to set down such solid roots, Jabbar's operations may well be more extensive than he'd heard.</p><p></p><p>He followed the group inside, taking one last look out onto Cabarda's streets through the layers veils of fine rain. Despite the calls of the guards vaulting across the rooftops, the streets looked quiet, deserted. Perhaps it was the town cringing at the thought of Vulkyrie patrolling overhead. He slipped inside and pulled the door shut, leaning against the wall just behind it. An old soldier's habit that, taking station out of sight should someone burst in....tonight he was glad his old habits were looking out for him. He propped his shield and axe against the wall by his feet, ready to hand and hoping they were unnecessary.</p><p></p><p>When Ren hissed at started fussing over the wererat blood, Burrai nearly went for his weapons. It was a measure of how the last day had worn him down that he didn't - his nerves had been scraped raw until finally they were dulled. Instead he shook the tension back out of his shoulders and watched Bill, Ren and Jabar get to work, talking about this grey elf, Aust, who'd seemingly caused all this panic. But his ease didn't last....</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Burrai immediately pushed up from the wall. Elloral's words rang too much of their conversation the previous night across the book she still kept hidden at her waste. There was a flash of memory: Dark ink becoming brighter, seeming to drift upwards as the page beneath fell away into some abyss, the words floating before his eyes while a hundred scratching, hissing voices muttered dark incantations in a language he knew nothing of. Ellroal's face looked the same too, etched with concern and disgust. He walked over to her, stood at her shoulder and stared at the floor where nothing was, but something foul had been.</p><p><span style="color: #8B4513"></span></p><p><span style="color: #8B4513">"Does this feel the same as the evil in....in the item we wish Jabbar to inspect?"</span> He spoke quietly, just in case. Another old habit. <span style="color: #8B4513">"If so, now might be a good time to bring the matter up with Jabbar. If the two are linked, perhaps any information he might have would pour important light on the matter."</span> He scowled for a moment, the skin on his neck prickly with goosebumps. This didn't feel pleasant, not at all. <span style="color: #8B4513">"Even if it isn't, we should raise the issue anyway. The Rhat seems insistent on taking us to the sewers and I'd very much like to know how good an idea taking the....item down there is."</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Hillsy7, post: 6888543, member: 6689191"] Jabbar's residence was more homely that Burrai imagined it would be. He was expecting something more functional - an attic above a warehouse, or an office hidden behind or below some workshop or other. A place where a smuggler might keep a palette to sleep on, but otherwise functional. Instead this living space was properly furnished and stocked for comfortable living. Even the shopfront looked well kept and tidy. It had more personal touches than Burrai had come to expect from a line of work where staying in small spaces gave kept business well hidden. For a smuggler to set down such solid roots, Jabbar's operations may well be more extensive than he'd heard. He followed the group inside, taking one last look out onto Cabarda's streets through the layers veils of fine rain. Despite the calls of the guards vaulting across the rooftops, the streets looked quiet, deserted. Perhaps it was the town cringing at the thought of Vulkyrie patrolling overhead. He slipped inside and pulled the door shut, leaning against the wall just behind it. An old soldier's habit that, taking station out of sight should someone burst in....tonight he was glad his old habits were looking out for him. He propped his shield and axe against the wall by his feet, ready to hand and hoping they were unnecessary. When Ren hissed at started fussing over the wererat blood, Burrai nearly went for his weapons. It was a measure of how the last day had worn him down that he didn't - his nerves had been scraped raw until finally they were dulled. Instead he shook the tension back out of his shoulders and watched Bill, Ren and Jabar get to work, talking about this grey elf, Aust, who'd seemingly caused all this panic. But his ease didn't last.... Burrai immediately pushed up from the wall. Elloral's words rang too much of their conversation the previous night across the book she still kept hidden at her waste. There was a flash of memory: Dark ink becoming brighter, seeming to drift upwards as the page beneath fell away into some abyss, the words floating before his eyes while a hundred scratching, hissing voices muttered dark incantations in a language he knew nothing of. Ellroal's face looked the same too, etched with concern and disgust. He walked over to her, stood at her shoulder and stared at the floor where nothing was, but something foul had been. [COLOR=#8B4513] "Does this feel the same as the evil in....in the item we wish Jabbar to inspect?"[/COLOR] He spoke quietly, just in case. Another old habit. [COLOR=#8B4513]"If so, now might be a good time to bring the matter up with Jabbar. If the two are linked, perhaps any information he might have would pour important light on the matter."[/COLOR] He scowled for a moment, the skin on his neck prickly with goosebumps. This didn't feel pleasant, not at all. [COLOR=#8B4513]"Even if it isn't, we should raise the issue anyway. The Rhat seems insistent on taking us to the sewers and I'd very much like to know how good an idea taking the....item down there is."[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]
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