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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Doomhawk" data-source="post: 3187172" data-attributes="member: 26187">Vignette 3: Daellin was already out of the room by the time Selase could ask what was happening. Pulling on a robe, she shuffled down the hall to Maraat's room, muttering a few unkind words about elf nobles and trying to get the sleep out of her eyes. Light, I'll be glad if we can finally solve this puzzle, but did it have to be in the middle of the night?Jarrith was warming himself by the fire, and shot her a dirty look as she came through the door, as though this were somehow her fault. She pretended not to notice; it wasn't worth the effort, and besides, he was civil to her most of the time now. Maraat was sitting cross-legged on his bed, listening intently to a series of squeaks coming from the ball of white fur cupped in his hands. "Did we find something?" Maraat pointed distractedly to the corner of the room and a clearly dead rat with all of its legs broken. And it was still squirming like an animal in a trap. The fire-haired man mumbled something about sewers.Selase could feel the pieces falling into place in her mind, and her eyes went wide. Then it occurred to her that she had been alone in her room, and there had been no boots by the other bed. "Janis is gone!"</blockquote>