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Message: <blockquote data-quote="anonystu" data-source="post: 801499" data-attributes="member: 10897">Your right arm: it's still numb. Every time you try to bend it at the elbow, a sharp surge of pain goes through your body, but if you just hold it straight, by your side, there's nothing more than a twinge. To keep the pain down, you go a bit slower, putting a little less jump into your stride. The streets you walk past are filled with people wearing red shirts, red buttons, pendants, shoes, everything red. Your lack of redness draws a few stares, but not much else.You arrive within a few blocks and slow down to a walk. There's no real stealthy way to approach the house, this not being a particularly alley-ridden way, and given the power of the average occupant, the rooftops are likely to be more trapped than it's worth. A few streets more of walking and you see the house, easily finding someplace shadowed to stand  from across the street and observe, taking pictures. It's on the north-eastern corner of the intersection, and surrounded by tall apartment buildings, but it has a very wide lawn protected by a stone fence and gate, giving it a clear view of the sun. Some sort of shiny red surface covers the top of a very plain, subdued house of two stories, a very traditional triangle-ontop-of-rectangle house, with plenty of windows, and as far as you can see, only one door in.The new addition, you would guess, is one city guardsman, a regular guard, posted at the front gate, who appears to just be looking around at random passerby, with a bored look on his expression. Bambi, Justin, and Selprin, you arrive about three minutes later from the west. Your walk was uneventful, as people generally give the City Guard a wide berth.</blockquote>

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