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Message: <blockquote data-quote="GlassEye" data-source="post: 6309232" data-attributes="member: 40413">Harper, Thyrsus mage[section][align=left]http://imageshack.com/a/img839/2815/6pad.jpg[/align]When the others left Harper followed but unlike the others he stayed in the bookstore.  He went to the storage room where he had a pallet and flopped down on it.  Crow cawed objection to the sudden movement and flapped over to land on a stack of boxes.  More old books; Harper had already checked.  He folded his arms and placed his hand behind his head to prop it up a bit and he stared at Crow. "No matter what Old Penrose says, I think spirits have plenty to say worth listening to."  Harper watches the bird-spirit for a moment then sits up and reaches for his battered guitar.  His mind was reeling over the night's events and music always calmed him.  He held the guitar, its body half covered in strange art penned with a sharpie by Crazy Pete, and strummed a few chords.  He sang a few lines before slapping his hand over the strings to cut off their music. Tonight, music wasn't working.  He wasn't ready to give up on his Dogs of War theory and that just made the bookstore feel like a cage.  Harper stood and paced in the small room.  Four steps, turn.  Four steps, turn.  Four steps, turn.  He stopped and grabbed a blanket and moved out into the bookstore itself.  It smelled like an uncared for library but Harper had smelled much worse and, in fact, the smell reminded him of when he was a kid and his mom took him to the public library.  But tonight, it just felt like a trap. Eventually, exhaustion drove him to sleep though it was curled in a dark corner like a dog far from the door and the hall that led to Penrose's sanctum with books stacked around him in haphazard piles and Crow perched on a shelf above. [/section]</blockquote>

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