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Message: <blockquote data-quote="sleepystyle" data-source="post: 2650110" data-attributes="member: 16924">After stepping inside to leave his mug on a table Eldred makes his way over to the ransacked shop- ostensibly to act as an impartial witness if one is required.  And though he might tell himself that on the walk over, he knows it isn't the real reason.  It's the jangling sense just beyond the border of normal perception that he can't shake, can't ignore.  Like ripples spreading from a stone tossed into a pond he can sense that this chance encounter is only a beginning and though his sense are not attunned enough to see where that encounter leads, his natural curiousity is enough to goad him into finding out.  Of course he did have a similar feeling about a strange hunchback he saw in the playhouse last week who had sicced his dog on him after a few blocks of not so discrete tailing. And then there was the red haired woman he'd bumpd into a few months ago on the river boardwalk.  She'd called the guards on him when he tried to explain how fate had dicatated their chance meeting.  But Eldred didn't really have time to be concerned with things like that.  One can't dwell on past failures, and besides who was to say they both the hunchback and the redhaired woman wouldn't play into the grander scheme in some as yet unforseen way?  As he crosses the street it becomes evident that though the observing scholar from the cafe must come from money (as evident in his clothing) he is in complete dissarray.  The hems of his robes are tattered and mud caked, his hair is completely dishevelled, definitely unshaven for at least two weeks, and by the smell- unbathed for at least half that.  His eyes are intense, rarely blinking and though he is smiling, somehow it makes him more unnerving than not.   He is already talking to himself as he crosses the street and it isn't exactly certainly when or if that monologue is meant for you, "...different this time.  I can taste it.  And I saw it.  All of it.  It's true what they say.  You might have lost that something, but what you didn't lose, yes, that you can thank them for.   And you should.  Now.  But what have you lost?  And who would have it with these two here accounted for?  Perhaps we should all talk about it and the finer details... how it all connects.  I can tell you now it does, but its difficult to trace the pattern.  You'll help me though, yes?"</blockquote>

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