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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Kelleris" data-source="post: 2329970" data-attributes="member: 19130">Feiran:[sblock] You haul Ilmordan onto Terak's back, but you don't have time to secure his body before the guards begin to notice that there is a person, with an armored tiger, trying to escape the scene before she can be questioned.  As a result, you barely have time to flee down the street and into an alleyway before the guards manage to push through the crowd of confused former tavern patrons.  Ilmordan gets a good jouncing in the process - you hope you haven't damaged anything else.Following Cagthail's instructions, you are able to reach the small group, currently huddled in an alleyway patting themselves down in search of something. [/sblock]Everyone Else:[sblock] You see Feiran, with her tiger carrying Ilmordan on his back, approach you.  She seems a bit flustered, and from the sound of things has just narrowly avoided the guards on the other side of the street.  They are no doubt now trying to figure out how she eluded them. [/sblock]Narine:You call Dros over to you to, noticing for the first time how battered he looks.  His right eye is puckered out in a nasty purpling swelling, his muscular arms scratched and battered from the tumble of the mob, and his clothes show the slime and tears of someone scrambling through close alleys to keep up.  He breathes heavily and coughes as he holds your bag out to you for inspection.You root through your bag hurriedly, jumbling the contents up in your search, but can't find anything out of the ordinary.Cagthail:[sblock] Looking Narine over carefully, you do not note anything out of the ordinary until she bends over to sort through her manservant's gear.  Then, something seems out of place.  After a few moments' consideration you realize what it is - a drab, flat-grey comb perched high in her mane of dark blonde hair, studded with gems that might be beautiful if they weren't the dull color of used wash water.  The ornate (after a manner of speaking) comb is covered in the same eye-confusing tracery you recall from your brief earlier glimpses of the amulet. [/sblock]Illira:[sblock] As Narine bends over to inspect her luggage, Cagthail continues his visual survey of her person.  You notice his eyes catch on something in her hair (it's hard to make out what with your current distorted senses), and all the pieces suddenly click together in your head - this object is definitely the amulet. [/sblock]</blockquote>

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