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Message: <blockquote data-quote="stonegod" data-source="post: 3328385" data-attributes="member: 36973">A whispering hush breaks out as the shifter paladin enters. The children under the table *eep* and scatter away, and several of the awake adults cast worried glances. Some of them make unusual warding gestures---a wide 'V' shape of the thumb and index finger, clutched over the heart. Obviously some sort of protection against the evil eye. Only the dark men playing cards do not react. It is immediately obvious that none of these folk have seen a shifter before. It is possible they have not even heard of them.Ismark looks up at the paladin. His eyes are weary, but not bleary from the drink. But his words do not carry confidence. "The Lightbringers also spoke of faith and hope, of Sovereigns of Honor and Warmth. But aside from the one who wards us, their promises were hollow. Prey do not speak of such things. There has been enough talk." He sighs. "It is late, and I am sure you are weary. There are no rooms to spare, but Arik can find you places in the common room. You will have to provide your own entertainment, I'm afraid." Again, the grim chuckle.</blockquote>