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- Posted: Mon, 27 Aug 2012 20:12:40 +0000
Jhandel's greeting left Denre slightly nervous. Was there a way to tell a shapeshifter's identity just by looking at them? Regardless Jhandel was on Denre's side, at least for the time being. Denre had made the guess that the man was a cultist by herself. He had seemed too sure of himself in the face of death to be a single man operating on his own. What secrets did this cult hold? After his current responsibilities to Jhandel were finished he would have to see about infiltrating this organization, whether by force or not she would decide later.
Jhandel's advice about keeping her origins secret were entirely unnecessary. She hadn't lived for two hundred years by flaunting her abilities. Many would deem her a witch or worse. Their fears of course had some justification as Denre's own method of sustaining herself spoke of some dark origin. The clarification of Kalison left a cold chill in Denre's spine. What lengths would this cult go to in order to hunt her down?
Deciding that this recent information was enough to sate her thirst for the time being Denre decided to push no further for now. She had been searching for two hundred years now and impatience would be a horrible way to loose leads. She turned her attention to her last order of business.
"There is one last thing. My camp is outside the city and in my current wounded state I'd probably make it about halfway there before I collapsed. I'd rent an inn, but I'm too short on coin. Do you know somewhere I could stay for a couple nights while I recover?"