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<blockquote data-quote="loxmyth" data-source="post: 994325" data-attributes="member: 1255">~ForgeThe wide-eyed look of fright doesn't leave Yara's pale face.&nbsp; &quot;Ye can't go off by yeself,&quot; she whispers quietly, but she stays rooted next to the body as Forge dashes off after his familiar.&nbsp; Crossing back over the bridge, he unerring weaves his way through the moonlit streets, making his way to his animal companion.&nbsp; Eventually, he comes to stand before an old decrepit wooden tower in Cockscombe.&nbsp; Surrounded by similarly rundown buildings, the enchanter only knows he is at the correct place because Gears lands gracefully on his shoulder.&nbsp; The shape came here. ~FroudWith the guards running abreast of the gnome, Froud finally returns to the riverside - to find Yara hunched over the deadly-pale halfling corpse.&nbsp; The guard men exchange uneasy looks and one pronounces, &quot;he's as dead as a door post.&quot;With a weary sigh, the other turns to both Froud and Yara.&nbsp; &quot;I'm going to need your names, and we'll need to check your weapons.&nbsp; We can take your statement here, or at the Hall if you'd like.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="loxmyth, post: 994325, member: 1255"] [i]~Forge[/i] The wide-eyed look of fright doesn't leave Yara's pale face. "[COLOR=burlywood]Ye can't go off by yeself,[/COLOR]" she whispers quietly, but she stays rooted next to the body as Forge dashes off after his familiar. Crossing back over the bridge, he unerring weaves his way through the moonlit streets, making his way to his animal companion. Eventually, he comes to stand before an old decrepit wooden tower in Cockscombe. Surrounded by similarly rundown buildings, the enchanter only knows he is at the correct place because Gears lands gracefully on his shoulder. [i]The shape came here.[/i] [i]~Froud[/i] With the guards running abreast of the gnome, Froud finally returns to the riverside - to find Yara hunched over the deadly-pale halfling corpse. The guard men exchange uneasy looks and one pronounces, "he's as dead as a door post." With a weary sigh, the other turns to both Froud and Yara. "I'm going to need your names, and we'll need to check your weapons. We can take your statement here, or at the Hall if you'd like." [/QUOTE]

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