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Message: <blockquote data-quote="hippocrachus" data-source="post: 3226792" data-attributes="member: 14148">Albion glanced over at Riley when he seemed to stop speaking midsentence. The rogue did a slow motion double-take when he noticed the cloaked figure entering the commonroom and stared in apprehensive silence, lost in deja vu.~ ~ ~"The Watch found Old Man Greystone murdered in his sleep and they're looking for you, Albion," Daryc Himdahl warned his childhood, underworld companion. "You need to get out of Amn; they're taking this pretty seriously..."Albion grimaced into his drink and shook his friend's comforting hand off of his shoulder."I didn't do it.""I know you didn't, Albion, but they think you did, and with your reputation..." Daryc hardened his features; if his friend wanted to be so stubborn, he needed a swift kick to get him moving. "Old Man Greystone was respected in the community and everyone that knew him and know what you are pitied him for having such a uncouth son tarnishing his good name. Don't think for one minute that those people won't blame you. And everyone will believe it. Get out of Amn, Albion. Any chance you had of getting in the Guild is blown. You can't survive here anymore."Albion glanced over at his friend with a stoic smirk. He only barely noticed the hooded figure enter the commonroom."Look, I've got a little coin I can give you to help you on your way. You can't go back to the shop..." Daryc pulled out a leather pouch that jingled with the sound of money. "Take it.""Are you working for them?" Albion asked. He suspected his friend had been a member of the Guild for some time."Take the coin and get out of Amn, Albion. The next time I see you... Just get out of here. Please."The two childhood friends looked at each other, knowing their friendship was at an end. Albion watched over Daryc's shoulder as the hooded figure pulled out a hand crossbow and pointed it at him. Something inside of the half-elf clicked as the trigger was pulled. Albion grabbed his friend by the arms in a sudden burst of anger at being betrayed."You won't see me!" he yelled, as the bolt slammed into Daryc's back. Albion pushed his friend's dying body at the would-be assassin and made a break for it. He still managed to grab the leather coin pouch before leaving his friend for dead.~ ~ ~Albion narrowed his eyes and put his hands under the table. He slid his dagger out of its concealed sheath in his pants and slipped it into his longshirt sleeve with the pommel in his palm."Looks like your friend was more interested than you thought," Albion said calmly to Riley.</blockquote>

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