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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Binder Fred" data-source="post: 6087964" data-attributes="member: 63746">Antares and StellanNow 'peculiar' does not even begin to cover it! "Essence of Vampire?" he puzzles, looking at his hand with some wonder. Who ever heard of such a thing? "Though in truth we now probably know what caused our missing companions to leave this place so quickly." Off to Pelor's healing temple post-haste, in all likelihood... (It is a bit sad to know that the cure could be so easily found though. If you had lived but a watch longer, Anna who is no-more...) A blink as a worrying thought occurs and he looks back to Stellan: "I hope still-human-Anna was not hurt too badly in the discovery?"How-would-I-possibly-know shrugs back the young warrior -- not uncaring, but not overly given to worrying about things outside his control either. She was either hurt or she wasn't. "Sheets?" he very practically prompts instead."Oh. Quite right. Sheets." Antares hesitates a few beats longer, still blinkingly thinking about it, wondering, amongst another myriad of things, where - oh where - he could have seen that half-imagined tapestry of the pale little monsters? Lost in the mystery of it all, he even goes so far as to lean in and sniff a carefully minute amount of the strange vapor still coming off of her... there's perhaps a slight fungal smell in the air? Perhaps not. "*Sheets.*" He's still wondering as he abstractly rises and heads towards the stairs, tripping on debris not once, but twice in his distraction. (The next time he goes into a shaft of sunlight he also sneezes, but he hardly notices. There's plenty of dust and soot in here after all...)His focus grows somewhat as he goes up the stairs: it's sad, but they have so few points on which to hang thought, like far-scattered towns about which they know nothing save their existence, somewhere, somewhen, impenetrable dark woods between. (Water bleaching here, a pale ecology there, five curving segments dancing in the foreign sky above like a dark sun...). No. Outside knowledge, steady and clean, is what they need to wash their wounds now, ready them for the journey ahead. To talk to Teacher Dysarre about these things, discuss all the implications deep into the night with the town's few other apprentices, even his sire perhaps... He can almost taste the quickening joy of kowledge shared and gained! Uhum... Ah, once they make sure the people of Ascadar are safe, that is. Of course. So that, in truth, at least none may be hurt twice by dangers already known? "I'll be right back."With a nod to himself he steadies, and quickens, his steps up the stairs. Temple or (mostly) Teacher are tempting next steps, 'tis tue, but this is probably the right thing to be done -- Not that it's a decision with earth-shattering repercusions or anything of the like, but he's more and more convinced it is the path he should suggest to Stellan once he returns: it just feels... appropriate. With his friend's approval, that is in deed what they will do!(His sire has hung several upon the walls of his family's wizard tower; mostly small ones depicting famous ancestors mixed with legendary warriors and kings, but also one of himself in his glory days, with another of his wife beaming by his side...) Ah well. Antares tries to ignore the pinching of his heart. Perhaps someone at the Watch office will know the good wife by sight? Or will know of someone who knows? (Inquiring directly of neighbors... might not be a wise idea at the moment, considering what they travel with? People could be so unpredictably touchy at times.) He heads back down, sheets in hand.A floating bundle of white escorted by two dusty/sooty young men smelling faintly of smoke has attracted surprisingly little attention from the populace at large as well, strangely enough. One would have thought... But perhaps it is for the best? The gods smiling down on them at last? The young elf waits, but as Stellan does *not* take the lead, as expected, he turns a blinking, questioning eye his way.'Your baby,' mouthes the young man with a light-hearted shrug.Ah. Well... Fair enough, 'tis true. Antares turns back to the milling guards, trying now to spot the grizzled features of <a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/showthread.php?310474-Legacy-of-the-Silver-Dragon-(S-amp-W-4th-ed)&p=5715955&viewfull=1#post5715955" target="_blank">*officer* Gregof</a>, the man who seemed most inclined to listen to his 'cursed bell' story last night...<If he spots him:"A better day to you, officer Gregof. Might we - ah - Might we have a word? It - ah - it seems," How to even begin? "It seems as if, in rescuing a kidnapped girl, we might have uncovered some sort of possible threat to the town itself?" he finally says, looking somewhat sheepish.[OOC]If he can't locate Gregof, Antares will ask the closest guard if they can be led to the highest-ranked officer present and will then say the above to him instead.'Barracks'? Does this mean Ascadar has a complement of actual, full time soldiers/men of war (from out of town too?)? (Talking with Gregof, I was imagining a local boys militia (and hence going back home every night) -- mostly a part-time police force really). Are there serious threats from outside the town then? Are we a walled town by the way ('palisaded' would be more apt, I guess <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink    ;)"  data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" />)?[/OOC]</blockquote>

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