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Message: <blockquote data-quote="IndyPendant" data-source="post: 2096941" data-attributes="member: 8738">Jerek turns around and enters the inn once more, just as Ydyr calls out for Heirmund and Dengar, and runs off--in the opposite direction from Dengar.  Lehko and Jair race off after him, Terek bounding alongside Jair with obvious pleasure.  Jerek races off after them, and a moment later Dengar lumbers a bit more slowly past the inn, calling out for everyone to wait.  They completely ignore him, and very quickly outdistance him, although Dengar can still easily pinpoint them by Lehko's torch.((Edit: Jerek's post beat mine to the boards. : )  Heirmund can join in the race and arrive slightly late even though I'm moving a bit ahead of that--if he likes.))Ydyr, Lehko, and Jair run for less than half a minute when they hear, "...your big mouth, didn't you?  I told you what would happen if you did."  There's a grunt, and a gasp, and another voice cries quietly in horror, "You stuck him!  Gods below, Ren, you stuck him!"  The first voice growls scornfully, "Of course I stuck him, idiot!  Can't have him running off for help.  And you're going to stay too, if you don't want the same thing."Ydyr slows down slightly to go around another building as the voice continues, "Oh, just let him go.  He ain't going nowhere now."  The darkness makes details indistinct, but Ydyr can vaguely see a large number of people a ways in front of him, on the outskirts of the field of a farm--one of whom collapses to the ground quietly.  As Jair and Lehko catch up, bringing light with them, they all recognize Redithidoor lying on the ground unmoving, his arms still clasped around his ripped-open gut as if to hold in his entrails, as his blood mixes with the waterlogged mud.  There are seven men standing here.  One of them says with sudden conviction, "Damn you Ren, I ain't no murderer!" and turns and runs away into the darkness of the field.  A second simply stands and stares down at Redithidoor.  But the rest fan out around the biggest among them, as he flicks his right wrist to fling excess blood from his blade, calling out softly "This ain't my fault, Devin!  I woulda just beaten him a bit if George had done his part right!  Maybe I'll come after you next."  As Jerek joins the three of them, the man faces the newcomers squarely, seeming to grow bigger than he already is, and repeats calmly, "This is your fault.  You just had to get involved, didn't you?  Just turn and walk away, and the same thing won't happen to you."  His eyes are scary: cold, flat, and seemingly...soulless.</blockquote>

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