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"Just fine. A little more work tomorrow and the re-shingling should be all set. After that, I think I'm going to have to go into the old Leatherworks and clean it out, fix it up. It'll probably take a month or two of real hard work, really getting that thing fixed up," he replied with a smile, still rubbing her leg with his foot. Even I questioned my faith before I met the Twin Sisters above, and my faith was most certainly brought in full. Death does that to someone, love... but any encounter with the Gods would make believers of them I assure you, he sent to her with a heavily emotionally-filtered tendril, obviously still wrestling with the whole ordeal as much as she was.

"Just be careful in there." she admonished, waving her fork down the table at him. "Maybe it would be better if you just boarded the place up so no one could get in!" She hesitated a moment, then reached out a tendril of her own, wrapping it firmly around his. She loved him, and that was what really mattered.

Ila looked up a moment from her almost finished fish, curiosity shining in her face. "Can we see what you find?"

Mir couldn't help but grin. It was so very plain where they'd gotten their curiosity.

A small pout appeared on Ila's face, but she quickly turned back to her plate again. "Yes, Daddy." It wasn't long till the kits were finished with their meal and hopped down, leaving their dishes, since they weren't quite big enough to reach and set them in the sink. Ila dragged her brother back to play for a little while before bedtime. Mir finished up her own supper, discussing various projects and customers she'd seen in the shop that day, and other little inconsequential matters before heading into the kitchen to wash up.

"Huh? it's getting late already? I better find somewhere to rest." ember said to herself as she walked around the streets as the sun set.

Once she'd finished up the dishes, and helped tuck the kits in, Mir bustled about tidying for a while uuntil she noticed how still and quiet her husband was. She quietly stepped up behind the couch and leaned over the back, kissing his ear. "What's up?"

Silently, she slipped her arms about his shoulders, hugging him close. "Whatever it is, love, we'll face it together. It'll tear you up to imagine what's in there. You'll always imagine the worst. It may not be as bad as all that." Her lips found his ear again, kissing it gently and nuzzling the side of his head. Her grip loosened a little, but she didn't let go.

Reynard killed the engine of the motorcycle, he had finally made it to the village.
He didn't want to venture into the town just yet, the small hill he was on provided a great view. He removed his Mauser K 98 sniper rifle from its saddle holster strapped to the side of the front tire fork. The rifle wasn't loaded, he used its scope to check out the town... just in case of demons.
Talk about deadsvill... He thought as he eyed the empty streets.
Wait a minute... there are lights on!
One or two houses had lights in side, which meant inhabitance. Reynard looked up at the sky, twilight. Satisfied, he put the rifle back into its holster.
Well, heres goes nothing...
Reynard started his motorcycle and continued down the dirt road.....


The racket of the motorcycle boomed down the empty street. Reynard feeling horribly exposed as he coasted down the street, its headlight beaming down it. He cut the engine and clicked off the light. He had stopped at the first house which had lights on.
He eased himself off the motorcycle, making sure his helmet was on straight, as not to freak out the people with his ears, if they asked him why we was wearing sunglasses at six at night, he'd tell them it blocks out the moonlight...?
Or something like that...
He needed a place to stay for the night, he'd offer to pay for a room.
About fifty silver aught to do it... Reynard thought as he counted out the money from his coinbag. It was more that twice what it was worth... but he was desperate tonight.
He stepped up onto the porch, his boots making a loud racket as he approached the front door. He lifted his fist to knock, then hesitated, fearful of vengeful thieves on the other side. He unsnapped his holster but didn't remove his pistol, he didn't know who was on the other side... Good people, bad people, no people?
Reynard took a breath, and knocked three times....