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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ethandrew" data-source="post: 4663216" data-attributes="member: 17456">The oddness of the night awakens Estelle into a very alerted state. She jumps out of her bed and grabs her equipment as fast as she can while trying to stay quiet. After hooking her daggers into her belt and fastening the new scabbards, she slides on her backpack and grabs the rapiers, one in each hand. She didn't know what was going on, but if it was bad, she didn't intend to stick around and allow it to catch up to her.Staring straight at her was the thought of the half-elf, kneeling over the dying bodies of the hospitable man and his son, drinking their lives away. But she knew he'd try to kill the dog first, to avoid its alarming barks, so the fact that she could still hear its hollow noise gave her some sense of comfort, what little she could collect from the suspicion of blood coming from under the door.Half of her wanted to smell the liquid, to get on her hands and knees and taste it, to test what it was. But she knew that if it was blood then that was the last thing she should do. The taste of blood in her mouth, well, she couldn't think about that. And so as quietly and as deftly as she could manage, she grabbed the handle to the door and pulled it open.</blockquote>