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 Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2013 11:02 pm
Safira De'Garr  Safira wasn't completely certain she wouldn't step out before Lucheston was well seated. The more she thought about it, the more she realized how little she was needed in the city. It only increased the feeling of loneliness. If it wasn't for the Count insisting that she stay, she might have left at that moment. She hated the idea of admitting that, almost as much as she hated she needed protection. "Fine." She snapped, although her anger stemmed more from her own conflicting emotions. "Three days, no more." She chugged the rest of her mead, slamming the mug on the table. She threw a coin down. "I'm gonna find a place to bunk down for the night." As angry as she felt, she was still recovering from injuries and she could hardly battle in the state she was in.
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2013 11:54 pm
The Count Of Monte Cristo  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The count smiled. "Three days. He repeated as he stood "Enjoy your sleep, I will be here when you need me." The count said as he walked over to a group of people and began spreading rumors once again.
He was glad she at least let him go with her. That and now she would stay for three days after the revolution. He cared and that scared him. It truly scared him. Every time he had cared about something it was taken from him. But he was used to it. so he was ready for it if that time came. He knew what she wanted and the full consequences it would have but it was her choice, he would respect it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"You ether die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain."
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 9:15 pm
◣→Freedom→Has→Its→◥
◣Price→◥  ❦In the moment from offering her hand to guid them out, to hearing the alerted sounds of getting caught? When the haste began, Charlotte was clouded by thoughts that she didn't pay attention to where she ran. Few guards were able to get a few grips on the small spire, but nothing she couldn't handle. Once she broke free from the dreadful castle, Charlotte was cheering as though crossing the finish line in track. "I didn't think we would be free from such horrid place no?" She asked with sarcasm in her heavy accent.
❦ When no one replied to her, is when she turned back around to see that she had been separated from the rest of the group....She was alone once again. Hearing the horns go off and guards yelling in the instance, the Spire took a few steps back, feeling her sense of safety fleeting, she turned towards the woods in hopes to blend in with the scene as well as put more distance between herself and those guards. After what seemed like hours, Charlotte had came to a halt, out of breath, and weary from the long run.
❦ Her ears perked up to distant clatter and murmurs. In turn, the young woman rose her head and headed towards such sounds, which lead her to the other side of town. Looking around she had hopped so see everyone once more....but sadly nothing....Charlotte continued to roam the streets until something came along. But, soon after decided to enter a little dinning place to get out of the drizzle followed by the light rain. It was when Charlotte took an empty spot by the window, did she remember a day like this with her companion Chris....
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 9:47 pm
 ➽ T h e N a m e I s ➽ R i a' k o
❤ K a' l y m !
♚ T h e K e n t a u r i d e s ♚
L o s t → P R I DE ← ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ➽ ((Enter)) Once the boat docked to the port of Garanoff, a place with a famous title of being called "The Glowing City". Exiting off of the boat, she began to make her way towards the rough road were few walked. This was also known for the tyrant kings son who usurped the his own father, a kind king. Of course, these had been rumors over heard as well as a common rumor amongst the land, none would dare ever talk to the guards or the new king themselves, or fear of banishment or....something far worse.
➽ However it was this knowledge that Ria'ko was new too, in fact, it was her first time to the city, so such rumors or news would be new to her. It is this information she is unaware of as well as how the kingdom itself fairs. But, then again, it wasn't a topic for her to ever become interested in. Politics was never her strong pursuit. As they entered, The female Centaur helped her newly friend down and stepped back as to gett a better view of him. "I think it's best we part ways here. I will talk with the king and ask for help or some kind of guidance as to where to go to obtain the help I seek. Good luck finding your companion. And, may the gods watch over you." The woman spoke almost proud to wish him her luck, bowing her head in his direction as a sigh of respect.
➽ The female Centaur continued down the path until she reached what she believed to be the front gates of the kings castle. The woman walked up to one of the guards, and obvious in return, received an odd stare. Either they never seen her kind before or they wounder as to why she of all things was in a place like this, to be out of her element. "Allow me passage guards, I am in need to seek the kings guidance...." The guards pondered for a moment, looking at one another. For that time it seemed like they were going to give her a hard time. In which they did, by denying her such entry. With a sigh, Ria'ko thanked them for their time and apologized. Walking off a few feet. The guards shrugged it off, but before they could joke about the strange encounter, all they heard was a quick gallop and the following figure leaping over the gates and hurrying past the other guards.
➽ Meanwhile inside, the doors burst open with the echo sounds of hooves entering the main hall. The proud creature stood by the doorway inside, panting, with her arms extended out and bent as guards groaned and hung at her, as though a pathetic attempt to stop her. Taking in slow breaths the woman spoke allowed. "I must see the king......Please." She thought to add at the end, just in cause her rude behavior ruined her chances....
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 9:57 pm
Chris Rushlon
The Wanderer  The journey had been difficult on Chris due to his still mending wounds, though his expressions would never show it. As soon as Ria'ko began to move off of the boat, the wanderer held onto her again, ignoring the pain he felt as he always did. Once they were in far enough, he was helped down to his feet, his gaze upon the centaur as she spoke about parting ways then. Though he was silent, he nodded back to her in response, a sort of way to thank her...
Now alone, the wanderer turned his attention to the city as a whole. He wasn't sure if Charlotte was still here or not, but it was the last place he had 'sensed' her at... It was worth a shot. Sighing, he thought about asking around town if they had seen her, before remembering how that wasn't such a good idea... Looks like he'll have to find her the old fashioned way. And with that, he limped off in no particular direction, his healing wound making his movements slower than he would have preferred.
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Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2013 11:00 am
As the centaur galloped through the stone halls, the sounds of her hooves echoing off the walls throughout the castle, a man clad in heavy glimmering armor strode forth, his helm removed and clasped between his hands... a show of either trust that they were not foes or perhaps a display of power with the knowledge that he was surrounded by capable warriors of the guard. "You wish to see the False King?" Pordas asked, scratching at the stubble which had grown considerably since he last shaved. "So you think that trotting in with two of our minors under your arms with a brutish threat and a polite gesture is going to give you a free pass to speak with loyalty? I've got another question." He paused, momentarily looking down at her form to search for any manner of weaponry whether fine or crude before raising his apathetic gaze once more. "Do you like your head where it sits?" The Elite commander finished. The knight then turned away from the brave creature, acting as if her bursting through their armed gates was in fact a minor annoyance to him, rather than a fellony which would send any citizen down to the Dessert Front or Frost Knight's Fortress for the rest of their days. "Garnoff is under the rule of Skyron Sorrian, a lad who would not hesitate ta banish his brother, an imprison his father jus for the throne." Pordas then waved his hand as if to dismiss the lady from their presence, telling her with the gesture to go back from whence she came so as to avoid the wrath of the foolish false heir. "He's cut off the heads of loyal...good men of Garnoff. Men who have done nothing but what's best for the king all their lives. You've just given him more than enough reason to dislike you, and the coward is itching to find opportunities to display his so called power." Pordas spoke as if Skyron was a distant figure, someone like a ghost who'd haunted the grounds of the castle ever since his departure, but in truth the man was juggling the thoughts of his own actions at the moment. Though Skyron was a truly childish excuse for a king, and a cowardly one at that, Pordas had insulted him in front of his own men, and the Elite knew that no man in that position would find distaste with the idea of revenge. "Your kind are often only akin ta the woodlands, so I can understand if you don't know our people or our customs...but territorial animals all follow the same general rules. You best be on yer way..."
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Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2013 9:24 pm
IvonKeir ➽ T h e N a m e I s ➽ R i a' k o
❤ K a' l y m !
♚ T h e K e n t a u r i d e s ♚
L o s t → P R I DE ← ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ➽ At first the proud woman was at a loss to his words. The "false King" he spoke of made no sense. How was it that a false king was atop the throne if he isn't a true king to start with? But after his explanation as to why that was so. She simply cocked her head back, raising her brows as though it was unbelievable. Yet she was able to believe. However, it was apparent that her accusation were spot on. Yes it was rude of her to simply invite herself in, and yes it was rude of her to simply demand to see at least a KING, then offer a small amount of manners by saying please.
➽ However for him to miss read her intentions, Ria'ko couldn't help but observe his own. The knight would motioned, giving off a body language that indicated his irritation for her rather than viewing her as a possible threat, as well as the mention of the false king he keeps speaking off. It was like he was hinting to do something about it, yet not do it at all. Was he waiting for a chance to over throw him and bring the rightful king back in his place? Or was it something else entirely. It was hard to get any kind of information base of his body movement being that he wore such plated armor.
➽ Finally the woman lowered her arms to her side, gently letting the two minors set ease on the ground. they looked up at her with a glace giving off a bit scared of her mass size but thankful for the small kindness she showed by being gentle with them. Of course, the two saluted to the knight and hurried back to their posts. The female then pushed her black long waves off her shoulder to reveal a more woman self. Sure her hair was wild and usually obscured her face, but once she managed to see a clear view of her surroundings, you would also be able to see her beauty. But enough of such looks and onto pressing matters. Ria'ko bowed her head towards the man before taking a few steps closer.
➽ "I understand my position right now is grim...I wish to apologies to you personally for my brutish behavior, and that I meant no harm to anyone here.....however...." Ria'ko started in her calm soothing reply to a rather curious thought. Looking to the knight she gave him a small smile before turning around and heading for the door. "From the sounds of it, one, let us say, myself, would think you dislike this...False King......Should something to happen....where say,,, he was in a position that was grim and the original king were to be able to take his place....yet need help in such actions......One....let's say, myself could provide a grand help in such occasion...." The woman stopped right at the door and turned back to face the knight. She knew he would not like her words and wanted her, well would more have preferred her to remain quite and simply had left. "Of course I would never act on such a part being that it is idle chatter...." As if it weren't a bigger hint to him for her to simply add such a statement. It was like saying hey i understand that you have this hate or irritation, or wherever to this false king, should you need my help, you have a friend in hidden places. But for now, the woman bowed her head respectfully toward the knight and took her leave.
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 9:51 pm
The Count Of Monte Cristo ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Count remained in the pub thinking to himself. They were so close, the heir had the message by now, and the people were on their side. Skyron only had the Hunters and they were becoming lazy, no threat was clear because the rebellion lay in the shadows so the Hunters never seemed to stay alert. Skyron had nearly lost his grip on the land. When Oban arrived, everything would reach the tipping point. The end would begin and then once everything was settled the Count had three days to do everything he promised the trolls he would. Then he planned to go off with Safira and help her seek the curse she wanted. He did not understand why anyone would want to be free of emotions. But it was not his choice to question, he would help her.
His thoughts were interrupted as a man sat next to him and informed him of what had occurred at the castle moments ago. He paid very well to remain informed at all times. He was surprised at first but thought about it a bit. It was not smart for one to make such statements or offers at all. But the creature had not only done it, she barely even tried to hide it. He gave only one order "Keep me updated."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"You ether die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain."
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 11:03 pm
➽ T h e N a m e I s ➽ R i a' k o
❤ K a' l y m !
♚ T h e K e n t a u r i d e s ♚
L o s t → P R I DE ← ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ➽ After leaving the castle walls, the centaur was greeted by more guards, who were more than willing to escort her out of the area and past the gates. She however, felt as though she was leading them, they just so happen to be prepared to ready their swords if needed. But, Ria'ko learned to stay her cool, and keep a calm posture, rather than to allow her temper get the best of her judgment.
➽ Once the gates opened, and the view of the town came to sight. The woman turned her head to look back at the castle, she could have sworn she saw someone in the widow....bu who? If they planned to take a shot, she was more than unprepared and they would more than likely succeed at killing her with a devastating blow. But even knowing this, surely she could at least counter the attack and run for it. Turning her gaze back to the town slowly, her guard remained up, ears forward to listen in on anything that might indicate an up coming fight.
➽ Mean while, as the female Centaur made it into town, the stares and gossip continued once more. Was it something humans do often? Or is it just that they have nothing better to do than to gawk at a sentient being like herself. Truly it cant be that odd for a centaur to make it into a town. Sure it's out of her element, but back in the day, there was a time her species walked with the two legged folk.
➽ Though, for now, her curiosity got the best of her, instead of wanting just resolution for her situation, she developed a more need to find out this story behind the tyrant, the knight she ran into, and what was missing in this tall tale. For now, Ria'ko stopped at a local pub, well more or less stopped at the door, being that she was rather large to even try to fit through the door. But one was kind enough to show her to a local farm, one who heard of recent rumors about a resistance. She suppose it was better than nothing, and so, ria'ko headed in the direction of the farm.
((EXIT)) ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ▧ ◣→Freedom→Has→Its→◥
◣Price→◥ ❦ After her day dreaming through the window from where she sat. Charlotte shook her head to snap out of it, only to see her reflection. She noticed the sadness that tried to creep over her. But, surprisingly enough, she also looked past her reflection and saw a figure outside standing amongst the crowed. Charlotte leaned in as the crowed slowly disbursed, rain beginning to trickle down the window as the sight of Chris came into the young Spires view.
❦ "Chris!" The woman breathed as though she held a breath far to long. Standing up with haste, the young fey hurried out of the little tavern and into the dripping streets of the city, in the direction of where she last saw her old companion. Hoping to find him still there. She her running sped up, time to time, Charlotte would almost trip over, but make a quick recovery.
❦ Tears swelling up in her eyes, as she pushed the town folk out of her way, like pushing water when trying to beat the waves. Chris, was beginning to come in to her line of sight, and when he was close enough, Charlotte leaped out crying out Chris's name, and wrapped her arms around him, embracing Chris as though it had been years, and it might as well have been. The woman slowly moved her hands to his chest as she began hitting him in frustration. "Vous branler, tu te rends compte combien de temps j'ai attendu pour vous de venir me chercher? Vous comprenez ce que je suis même allé à travers!.......I was so scared...." Charlotte exclaimed then whispered at the end in english.
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 11:22 pm
Chris Rushlon
The Wanderer What was a simple walk had begun a struggle for the wanderer, his wounds keeping him back at a limping pace. If he wasn't so sure that his stamina was at a low dip, he would have considered using that light power of his to restore his energy. Regardless, Chris continued to trudge down the streets and through the crowd. As he moved on with the rain falling upon him and the city, he thought he heard the sound of someone running in his direction. At first, he ignored it as someone who was trying to get somewhere in a hurry. But, as the noise grew louder and louder, and there was now a distinct sound of people being pushed aside, the male turned to face the sound's direction in case an attacker was approaching. Would have been a good time to do that, too... Instead, he found Charlotte leaping past the crowd as she cried his name, feeling her arms wrapping around him tightly. In silence, he looked down at her, unsure of what to do... and then she began to hit her hands against his chest.
Hearing her exclamation in that language of hers before that understandable whisper came up, Chris remained silent even still. Eventually, though, his hands shifted around his cloak, causing it to wrap around her form as he gave back an admittedly empty yet firm hug. "I gave you my word to help you on your quest, and I have no intention of going back on that," he said, just as emotionally as usual. But, maybe that's all she needed then, just his voice to tell her that he was here. "You'll catch a cold out here in the rain like this. Let's find a place to sit,"
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 11:35 pm
◣→Freedom→Has→Its→◥
◣Price→◥ ❦ Looking up to Chris with weary eyes, she weakly smiled to him before answering back. "Idiot...." She sniffed before realizing that he was badly injured. Charlotte was afraid to ask, in fact, she remained quiet, just wanting to enjoy his embrace a little longer before having to deal with his none existent emotion through the reast of the trip. But, cutting it short, Charlotte placed her hands to his stomach, using her Degen ability to heal the rest of his wounds.
❦ Would he have died without her? Charlotte began to think, was he worried at all, or developed any kind of emotional at all without her? Perhaps not, Charlotte lowered her left hand to Chris hand and began to lead him back to the tavern from where she was originally. He needed to be caught up on her journey but first rest was in order as well as why he was badly banged up.
❦ After entering the tavern, Charlotte nodded to the inn keeper and headed down the hall where she made a right turn to the bedroom door where she had planned to stay. Leaving the door open for Chris while Charlotte sat herself on the bed looking out the window. "A lot has happened between us....I wonder if I'll ever find him...." It felt like he never existed in the first place after all this...The memory of him felt as though it was slipping away, yet it clung so desperately to be seen to be remembered.
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 11:57 pm
Chris Rushlon
The Wanderer Upon finishing his words, Chris looked down to Charlotte, seeing those weary eyes of hers as she sniffed after calling him an idiot. Based on their last meeting before the fight with the Dengen Master, the wanderer clearly remembered the moment she had kissed him, wanting him to provide her with some sort of emotion... feeling... something that stated they were both beings... something that Chris wasn't able to provide her. As his thoughts lingered over that, he soon felt her hands pressed upon his stomach, her Dengen abilities beginning to heal up what the centaur could not.
Continuing to look at her, it was obvious to him that she had questions, some which looked to be personal in some way. Instead of speaking then, though... she had taken his hand and led him back to a tavern. Once inside, she led him on down the hallway, entering a room that she must have paid for. While Charlotte took a seat on the bed, Chris took his place against the wall directly across from her. He would rest when he found it necessary. For now, he was 'content' here. Hearing her statement, he glanced his gaze over to the window for a moment...
"A journey like this wouldn't be much of one if you knew all of the answers to your questions, Charlotte," he stated as he gazed back at her. "Many things could have happened to him. He could be on some journey of his own, he could be dead,... or he simply doesn't want to be found. Regardless, you won't find anything about him if you think like that. Keep your spirits up, and someday you'll find him." 'Keep your spirits up'... Like he was one to talk.
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Posted: Tue Apr 02, 2013 2:12 pm
 *Isacc*
Frost { Isacc Frost's Workshop} He'd done it again. Isacc jerked awake, peeling his face from the desk he sat at. He hadn't left the workshop in days. Blearily, he looked around at the mess of papers surrounding his workspace. Mad etchings and incoherrent notes layed sprawled side by side with odd bits of equipment and half empty potion bottles. At the center of his self made chaos was the black metal mask. It's empty eyes taunted him, refusing to reveal its secrets. "Blasted piece of junk." He moodily slid the mask to the far side of his desk where it teetered on the edge and fell, clattering to the floor. The mask was said to be the greatest invention of Perun DeSul. One of Isacc's idols, DeSul invented a great number of weapons and devices of science. This mask Isacc had tried so hard to obtain was shrouded in mystery, rumored to hold the key to great power. A useless key thus far. I can't make the knoxing thing work!Isacc took a deep breath, rubbing his dry eyes. He needed to take a break. Come back to the mask with a fresh outlook. Standing and stretching his arms to the ceiling, Isacc made his way over to his small stack of orders. Items people of Garanoff or her visitors wanted Isacc to craft. Perhaps these will hold promise.
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 10:40 pm
The Count Of Monte Cristo ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In his free time the Count had arranged a small council. The word was not accurate because to be honest, it was really just a group of the people who worked for him that he trusted. Safira was smart so he figured she would know about it and if not the raven he sent her would have told her. Despite what he told her he had left the pub but would return shortly.
"We need all the people armed, when the heir arrives he may bring with him an army but if not we need an army here. Go to the blacksmiths, tell them to begin working on swords, bows, and arrows. Send all of the supplies to Room 11 at the local tavern, that is my room, I will be hiding them so if we are caught it all falls on me. " The Count ordered. He placed his hand on his sword and the members parted ways. They would do their jobs as he had done his. He returned to the pub and sat at a booth looking up and the ceiling. So much had happened and everything was about to go off he was excited but also afraid. When the rebellion began and they succeeded. He would keep his word, then he would go with Safira. On a quest to free her of what she seems to hate. Emotions. But he could not eve sort through his own feelings to tell if he wanted her free of emotions. He never took time to stop and relax because he knew if he ever stopped and though about himself his past would find and destroy him. That is why he always tried to help others. Even now as he sat in his booth he was working. He was drawing out an attack strategy. Sure they could probably just take the castle by storm but that would cause far more deaths then needed. His plan was solid. One distraction to draw the hunters from the castle, then Oban could take the silver knights through the dungeon he and Safira had been in. With few hunters to guard him, Skyron would be powerless to stop the takeover.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"You ether die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain."
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 2:15 pm
*Isacc*
Frost { Isacc Frost's Workshop} The stack of papers had only served to irritate the inventor further. He'd forgotten how rediculous or boring his requests could get. Among the boring were a gardening rake with four prongs instead of three, a shield with a coin holder, and a key ring with a skull attatched. Among the rediculous were a helmet that spouted fire, arrows that came back, and a full suit of armor made of pure gold. Who exactly did they think he was? Midas? The nerve of some- His thoughts were interupted by an insistant knock on his shop door. Setting the papers down in a huff, Isacc went to answer the door. The knocking continued, persistant until the large door swung open. The man seemed shocked to see the teenage inventor instead of a burly blacksmith. He seemed tense. Whatever he'd come for, it was urgent. With a sigh, he offered a hand to shake. "Isacc Frost, at your service. How can I help you?" The man ignored the hand. "I've come with a large order to be done in secret. There's to be an uprising against the false king. We need weapons. Enough for an army." He handed Isacc's extended hand a scroll holding the details of the order. "My employer also sends that money is not an issue."In a bit of a shock, Isacc took the scroll. He unfurled it, his eyes darting over the parchment. He looked at it longer than intended. When he looked up to question the man further, he'd rounded the corner down the street. An army?
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