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<blockquote data-quote="LazarusLong42" data-source="post: 1336961" data-attributes="member: 9620">Selene ducks through and around the few townspeople who are on the streets--but you realize that being followed is probably the least of your worries.&nbsp; You don't see any further undead, but the fear in those you see is almost palpable.&nbsp; It's obvious these people have never seen such abominations, and are, frankly, quite afraid.After fifteen minutes or so, you come to a non-descript door on a non-descript warehouse in the docks district.&nbsp; Selene raps twice, then three more times.&nbsp; A small hole in the door opens.&nbsp; &quot;Wut's the password?&quot; asks a voice on the other side of the door.&quot;Theah's no password, Radivan, sweetie, and me'n my friends heah have a shiny trinket Calemon'll want to see.&quot;The small opening closes, and the door opens.&nbsp; Behind the door is the last person you'd think to find in an organization that prides itself on sneakiness:&nbsp; A very large half-orc with a menacing stare.&nbsp; &quot;You have the gem?&quot;&quot;These heah people had the nerve to try'n steal it, but we was too quick for'm.&nbsp; Also, they'd no idea about Melian.&nbsp; And if Melian's nat gonna take da bait, theah's no reason to keep it in da open.&quot;Radivan nods at the group of you, but bars the way--not difficult, considering his bulk.&nbsp; &quot;Let's see the gem.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="LazarusLong42, post: 1336961, member: 9620"] Selene ducks through and around the few townspeople who are on the streets--but you realize that being followed is probably the least of your worries. You don't see any further undead, but the fear in those you see is almost palpable. It's obvious these people have never seen such abominations, and are, frankly, quite afraid. After fifteen minutes or so, you come to a non-descript door on a non-descript warehouse in the docks district. Selene raps twice, then three more times. A small hole in the door opens. "Wut's the password?" asks a voice on the other side of the door. "Theah's no password, Radivan, sweetie, and me'n my friends heah have a shiny trinket Calemon'll want to see." The small opening closes, and the door opens. Behind the door is the last person you'd think to find in an organization that prides itself on sneakiness: A very large half-orc with a menacing stare. "You have the gem?" "These heah people had the nerve to try'n steal it, but we was too quick for'm. Also, they'd no idea about Melian. And if Melian's nat gonna take da bait, theah's no reason to keep it in da open." Radivan nods at the group of you, but bars the way--not difficult, considering his bulk. "Let's see the gem." [/QUOTE]

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