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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dark_Jackalope" data-source="post: 3276243" data-attributes="member: 41706">The bugbear’s anxious and desperate eyes watched Doral approach him.  As the beguiler raised the gag, he blurted out stumblingly, “I ain' keen fer' dyin' yet. Skippin' town's no pro'lem 'ere, an' th' Prince won't be worried 'bout his own, long as he thinks o' gettin' yer head onna pike.”  The bugbear’s glance slid towards the kobold as he spoke, but then snapped back towards Doral, saying with eager reassurance, “Some ship or 'nother can take me."His hopeful look lingered another moment, but then faded as Vhir looked away and Doral bound the gag across his mouth.  He seemed resigned, but he still sat tensely upright even after the group started to wander away.[sblock="Doral:"]Dol Dorn bless 'em... if they don' finish the Prince or come damn close--why in Khyber did I 'ave t' find them bleedin' spies?[/sblock]Everyone made their way up the worn stairs in the back room, filing past a bugbear meat-deprived Dragen.  The upper apartment was modest, with two bedrooms and a small communal room.  The group quickly and quietly found a place to pass what remained of the night, exchanged a few civilities, and then let the hours wash by.Carver, home for the first time in a long while, nonetheless dutifully watched their captive whilst reminiscently poking about the shop at the various materials and items, at one point deciding to dust the quiet store.  Throughout the night, a pair of city guards on their rounds would occasionally pass by the storefront, but none slowed or paid any heed to the building.Somewhere in the dark hours between night and morning, the rain stopped.  Soon after, windows flickered to life one by one with muted candlelight in apartments all down the street.  Dawn came very cautiously to the sky, slowly paling from deepest night-velvet to a watery blue, but never warmed with any yellows or pinks that Carver could see from the north-facing shop.As the dawn emerged from between buildings and behind rooftops, fishermen emerged from their homes and migrated towards the wharves.  A chill fog rolled up from the sea to greet them, pouring through the city streets as it did every morning.  The seagulls stirred excitedly, filling the air with their distant shrill calls.  By the time the light was strong enough to reach down into the bottom of the high and narrow spaces between buildings and begin to warm the cold stone streets, the city had woken, and was alive with the sounds of merchants and shoppers, sailors’ wives gathering on corners to chat, and the mingled chorus of children and dogs.The bugbear was awake too now, and sat staring silently out into the street, watching the thin flow of townsfolk wandering down this particular street.  In the apartment above, the others began to stir, having finally gained a full night’s rest.  They gathered again in the shop, concealed both by the grimy windows and the passersby’s apathy to the forgotten establishment.</blockquote>

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