Tale_Weaver
First Post
Clover found herself stepping out of line and towards the alley. She knew it was rash. Dangerous. But she needed to see for herself...
She stepped into the alley and away from the safety of the crowd.
1d20+11 → [5,11] = (16)
Searching the alleyway...
Clover
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The alleyway is empty and quiet. You can see footprints made from the water from a puddle in the back of the alley, they look like they were made by a woman's shoes. If memory serves you correctly you think you saw a silver cross in the puddle the last time you were here and now it is gone.
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