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the woman continues to watch the crowd.

Titanius starts to get extremely nervous, and starts to finger the grip of his sword. After a quick gulp of flin, he gets up, and walks toward the mysterious woman.

"All right. Who and what are you?" he demands.

The woman leans out of the shadow, and says "Take your hand off your sword, werewolf, you have nothing to fear from me."

"Who are you?"

 

"Sit down, and then we'll talk." the woman says. Definitely an order. Still Titanius sits in the woman's booth, and suddenly their conversation becomes hushed. The woman apparently is a skilled mage, as she must have cast a spell to keep their conversation silent.

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Naull watched the two intently.

 

 

Not a werewolf hunter....

 

Ah well. He had bigger problems. An assasin out to kill everyone here, a bunch of crazy lunatics who want to try and over throw the temple. Heh. Let 'em try. He would join if they had a chance.

 

Naull walked over to the bar, got another flin, sat down in his corner to watch the storm out the window.

 

 

 

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"Im glad not everyone is scared of a bunch of well armed Zealots... Especially a powerfull Mage, like you, Armiena... Berne blood or not"

 

Racius turns to Titanius

 

"I have noticed you can turn into a Werewolf at will friend... But can you direct your rage in the heat of a battle... Like say... Tell friend from foe?"

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"The Ordinators look like there going to wait till the storm has passed, maybe even wait for dawn... That may not bode too well for your less tannable friend there Titanius."

 

Racius moves around the room looking at the various people suspiciously... (spl? :huh: )

 

"For now we should take care of whatever has been picking the patrons of this fine establishment off..."

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"The murder weapons seem to vary... Some of the corpses had thier throats slit, Whilst other bore the wounds of a blunt, spiked weapon; It is belived that the weapon is some kind of custom Glass staff, Maybe wooden with Glass spines, there have also been Throwing Knives tossed around... Luckily for our monastic friend here, noone else has died"

 

Racius gives Garret an approving nod, Just as the light go out again, There is a loud crack and a grunt. When the light are brought back Racius is slouched slightly with a glass shard, with a piece of leather wrapped around the base to make a crude dagger poking from a small gap of his left Pauldron. He stumbles for a second, grabs the shard, falls against the wall and with great effort, Pulls it from the wound, His blood flowing freely from the wound.

 

"Agh... Thankyou Almalexia's hands... they certainly know how to make thier armour. If that went any deeper, It would probably have been a bit terminal."

 

Racius takes a potion from a part of the robe concealing most of his armor and pours a small amount into the gap in his armor

 

"Well at least we have one of this assasins weapons... Who knows why i'd be targeted though..."

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"probably because your in this inn." Naull says from a corner, surprisingly not dead yet.

 

"Whoever has been picking us off obviously hates people in this inn. Someone here said they had a truth potion, but I don't know where they went, so we're screwed." Naull smiles. "Might as well enjoy ourselves before we die." He grabs a bottle of flin and chugs it down.

 

"Hulabuloo." Naull mutters before sinking down onto the ground again.

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