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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Renfield" data-source="post: 1268396" data-attributes="member: 13493">The unknown guestsRobert was sitting at his desk reading, the farmer had been forced to sell his farm due to the poor crops and the fact that his one hired hand had died during the previous winter hadn't helped none, but he didn't let these things get to him. Bad things happened to all people, sometimes not the ones they should happen to, regardless though it was no reason to give in to the pain. So he sold his farm, which was a sizeable piece of land that brought him a decent profit, hopefully a profit that would allow him to stay in the inn in which he was currently located until he could find a job.It was a nice place, not to cheap and not too expensive, and the innkeeper gave him a deal seeing as Robert was cousin to a friend. Robert was rather intelligent for a farmer, his father before him had collected many an old book on various subjects, carpentry was the topic of the current book Robert was reading as his father had also taught him a thing or three about that and he had proven to be rather competent. Perhaps he could work at making carriages or whatnot for nobles and visiting emmisaries, anything that kept a roof over his head and food in his mouth would do, well, just about anything.As the lean brown haired ex-farmer was reading there was a bright flash, he gave a startled yell and turned to see three figures standing behind him, two of which radiated power while another man was pale with a lean wiry build whilst the last was wiry and had wild unkempt hair. All were in the uniform clothing of prisoners. One of the men, the one with long blonde hair and the powerful build stepped forward, his skin itself seemed to shine with power. "Excuse me sir," he said in a gentle moving voice "but could you please give us a moment, we need some privacy before we depart."Robert nodded and closing his book departed the room deciding to take a break from reading and perhaps go downstairs and have a drink, afterall, he was more intelligent than most farmers.*****"Well then, let us get back into our clothes, find something for Fib and the begone from this wretched city." Morbus said as he slipped his robes over his head. Trill followed suit with his own clothing as did Domok. Fib fingered his ratty prison garments and shrugged helplessly, he had been in the prison for quite awhile, they had captured him in the night and apparently saw no reason to conveniently leave his bedclothes with the rest of the prisoners gear."What are we going to give him to wear?" asked Trill. Morbus drew a slender hand up to stroke his chin in thought and finally nodded before muttering an odd incantation. Fibs prison cloths turned into and off white tunic and brown pants that had a faint chaotic swirl of colors if you looked close enough. "There," he said "that should do until we find him something better. Is everyone ready to depart?" He was answered by a chorus of nods "Good." and he began the short incantation of chaos that'd free them from the city.</blockquote>

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