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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rolzup" data-source="post: 2998434" data-attributes="member: 10105">Well, obviously The Very Best of Intentions wasn't enough to make me capable of updating regularly.  Real life interfered, yatta yatta, whine whine, complain complain.In short, I'll be aiming for AT LEAST one update a week from here on out, assuming that things stay pretty stable.  Which they should. And so, let us return to where we left out intrepid heroes...about to burn down a brothel.*****Edouard's ExitYou wouldn't think, if you'd seen him with his sword in hand, that the Pretty Man had such a way with words.  It struck me again, listenin' to him talk Elsepth into surrenderin' to us...and then into givin' up her immoral lifestyle and leavin' town forever.She needed to cover her tracks, mind.  So mum's the word, you lot! Any of you spread this about, you'll have Duchess to answer to!  Any of you want that?No?Thought not.Now, Elspeth bein' a practical sort of lady, she had some kind of nasty elixir that would do a nice job of burnin' the Maison flat. Conflammatory somethin' or other.  Real effective, whatever it was -- place was a bloody inferno in no time flat, so it was.  Ever seen stone burn?  Looks pretty, actually...sorta bluish-purple flames.We had a few minutes to do some...ah...shoppin' first, you understand. Found me a real nice paintin' of a boat, and it'll look a treat over me mantle.  Not much else worth takin' home, really.  Not for a man of taste, like meself.  Half of the pictures were of boats and such, and the other half were half-naked men...dressed kinda like the Pretty Man, actually...with half naked boys.  Elspeth, she had some peculiar tastesNow, of course we took the girl with us.  Most of the others had already fled, and I hope that they found somewhere better to flee to.  Kinda doubt it, really, but nothin' wrong with hope.Joachim took charge of Calliope, and it was a damned good thing.  He needed somethin' to focus on, take his mind off the night that had just passed and the madmen that he'd spent it with.  With Joachim leadin' her by the hand, I led 'em all back into the sewers, so we could make some distance from the Maison without bein' seen.The girl was chatterin' away all the while, and I won't deny that it was a good thing to hear.  Didn't seem as badly off as I would've thought; guess ol' "Magic Wand" really did do her some good.I kept my distance, I did.  Kept far enough in front of 'em that they could see me, but not so close that I could hear what they were talkin' about.  I'd had my fill of them.  More than my fill, truth be told.  I wanted to see them well on their way, so I could back to honest, simple rat-catching.Said my farewells once I'd found a safe enough place to return to the surface, and maybe they even said some in return.  Don't much matter; I know better than to expect manners from the likes of the Four Crazy Bastards....</blockquote>

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