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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Mallak" data-source="post: 2867198" data-attributes="member: 37105">Naomi remains silent for several moments.  "I...It's very strange, oni.  I don't remember the last time I spent a night away from the orphanage.  And now, today, everything seems so..."  She seems to be searching for the right words.  She waves her hand through the air as if feeling something.  "The air quality, it's...I don't know, there's just something strange about today, oni.  I don't think I like it."  She shivers once in the cool mid-morning air, huddling close between Magyar and Colmarr.  One hand grips the dagger at her waist.Down the streets, back toward the docks, the crew follows Grondar's sure lead.  Presently, they arrive on the street where only the night before a raging inferno had blazed.  There is nothing left of the Arrow in the Bull tavern but a few bits of stone and glass amidst a heap of burned out, blackened timber.  Smoke still rises from the ashes, dispersing into the damp air.  The walls on either side of the remains are blackened and streaked with soot, but miraculously, the fire did not spread, a testament to the courageous indomitable spirit of the bucket brigade.  Two men are poking through the ashes, turning over a piece of burned wood here, picking up a battered tin cup there.  They're putting anything salvageable into a coarse bag in the center of the former tavern.  One man is round and bald with a full beard, and he's poking through the back righthand corner of the building muttering to himself.  The other man is younger, a great bear of a man with arms like tree trunks.  He is back near the bar, salvaging twisted pieces of metal that might once have been utencils.</blockquote>

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