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Message: <blockquote data-quote="D20Dazza" data-source="post: 2516179" data-attributes="member: 4260">Ghost Hound Elf BardGhost stomps along next to Taran, his mind going over the events of the last few days. He is distracted, lost in the story, already writing the front page headline. Suddenly he stops "Gentlemen, I think instead we should go to my apartment, and maybe stop in at work. We can print the story on the morrow's broadsheet and draw attention to the plight of the children. Mayhaps we can even recruit some aid through the paper? What say you gents, will you ascent to me conducting interviews with you? You'd use assumed names of course. And we may even be able to find the parents of some of these children. Come, we could do a great justice for the downtrodden, the lost, the desperate, the abused, we could arrest a great wrong. We could bring these people to justice - even if it is at the hands of vigilanties. Scum like these Yellow Robes deserve no better." Ghost pauses and looks each of his companions squarely in the eye, a tear rolling down his pale cheek, his arms hold the young girl tight, as if he can protect her from the vile darkness that she had so recently endured "Come my friends, let us shake the very foundations of Metropolis"</blockquote>