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Message: <blockquote data-quote="doghead" data-source="post: 6100170" data-attributes="member: 8243">DAY THREE, AT HENRI'S HOUSE, EARLY MORNINGThe sun continues its daily journey across the sky. It remains hidden for now behind the hills and trees. But its passage is evident in the slow brightening of the light. The forest slowly comes alive with the sounds of birds and small animals. An hawk makes a couple of lazy circles overhead before banking and sliding off out of sight.A man approaches on the path from the village heading into the clearing. He crests the small rise and continues walking down the slope towards. He is of average height, bald, but has  a fine moustache. He wears a wool cloak and carries a stout staff. His cloak is clean, but his clothes and boots are heavily travel stained and filthy. Beneath his cloak there is the suggestion of a bag and possibly armour of some form. There is a dagger at his belt, but no signs of more sizeable weapons.A few paces into the clearing he raises his hand in greeting. "Hello. I see that you found my house. I am Henri."He looks around."Is everyone all right?"</blockquote>