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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jdvn1" data-source="post: 2838318" data-attributes="member: 26424">In one of the sides of the tavern, Dowlee is playing darts with an acquaintance--she normally wins, but the acquaintance's ego always gets the best of him. Such a frail girl's luck should eventually run out, right? She lowered her silver eyes to aim at the target, but right when she threw, the door to the tavern opened, letting in a rush of cool air. Something was wrong.The dart was still in mid-air when Dowlee picked up her equipment to run outside, and the acquaintance's eyes were watching the dart. Dowlee didn't need to look back. She already knew that Remen was coming right behind her and that the acquaintance's eyes were at the middle of the dart board.The only sound in her head was the scream. The scream of someone alone and needing help. This was familiar to her.</blockquote>