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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ethandrew" data-source="post: 3916587" data-attributes="member: 17456">Bobbaros stops walking to listen to the town crier, his prominent brow furrowing. Out in public he is used to receiving a fair number of stares and exclaims of excitement from young children. He particularly notes that two of the accused have already been killed, the other four remain at large, three of those escaping from the prison, a difficult act. When too many eyes start following his movement, expecting some sort of performance, Bobbaros emits a throaty, "Ooo," and follows after his companions using arms and legs alike to move through the crowd. The urge to cut a purse or two overcomes him, but he refrains, there's more important business to do. When he catches up, he reaches his hand and grasps Kantris', "Everything seems wrong," he whispers quietly.</blockquote>