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Message: <blockquote data-quote="GlassEye" data-source="post: 6132411" data-attributes="member: 40413">Thuvian & Cavernous HodeWhen Mister Dickens hisses at the boy the boy jumps back a couple of steps and looks ready to whirl and take off down the dark side street.  Something stays his flight, however, and he when he turns to look back Cavernous Hode's rambling discourse and Thuvian's reassurances manage to keeping him from completely bolting.  "You should keep that thing on a leash," says the boy holding his unlit torch between him and the rat like a shield.  Reluctantly turning away from Mister Dickens the boy continues with a brief grin.  "I know the 'King. My da drinks there."Thuvian's silver vanishes in a quick motion of the boy's hand and the boy turns and heads into the side street chattering on about the city with only an occasional worried glance towards Mister Dickens.  "It's dark here all the time.  Darker even at night.  My da don't let me go out at night.  He says things from the ruin are restless at night.  Um, so, there's the ruin but it ain't legal to go there.  You can see some of it from a tall building if you want but it's just broken down buildings.  It's always dark like night behind the wall there.  I like to go to the market.  It's back the other way.  The Temple of Night."  He shrugs.  "It's built in the wall around the ruins.  Not much else I can think of."The boy makes his way through the darkened alleys without need of his torch.  He clearly knows the streets well and it isn't long before he stands outside an old stone building and motions towards an alcove filled with a broken bronze bust of what can only be the Blind King.  He reaches up and rubs the bust's nose before stepping over to the door next to the alcove and disappearing inside.Following after the boy, the inside of the Blind King seems bright after the dimness of the street.  A few blinks allow eyes to readjust and scan the room.  The place is not full by any reckoning of the word with only half a dozen patrons sitting at the bar or nearby.  One man sits alone at a table a bit farther away from the bar than anyone else and turns his pewter mug nervously in the condensation that has formed a wet ring on the table.  He stops his nervous motion when Thuvian and Cavernous Hode enter and stares blinking with an expression oddly similar to the boy's when he was about to bolt.<a href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/213/humanmviktor175.jpg/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img213.imageshack.us/img213/1746/humanmviktor175.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /></a> <a href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/195/blindking175.gif/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img195.imageshack.us/img195/1376/blindking175.gif" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /></a> <a href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/819/humanmdark175.jpg/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/7212/humanmdark175.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /></a>. . . . . . . Viktor . . . . . . .. . . . . The Blind King . . . . .. . . . Nervous Man . . . .</blockquote>

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