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"Regarding the cultist, do we know if she was alone, or were there others?" "The hells if I know, son. I just heard about what happened last night!" Poulias says. Then a puzzled look crosses over his face as he looks back and forth between Malchius and Nathaniel. He grumbles something to himself and walks back to his table away from the entrance and towards the back of the inn, where the more senior Watchmen congregate.
As the group is close to finishing breakfast and about to discuss things in Garret's room, a man walks up to the table. He is a little older and one of the men that has kept to himself so far this week. Before he approached the group just know it was hard to tell if any of you had even been members living under the same roof for a week. "I guess we have some fresh faced young men with some stones here!" he says jovially. He sticks out his hand to Malchius. "That's a damn fine thing you did the other night with that cultist. Glad someone in here knows what needs to be done and when it needs to happen!" he says in a low tone, bending over close to Malchius' ear. He then straightens up. "The name is Poulias, Poulias Atregan. And I hope the rest of you are as devoted as young Nathaniel here." he says with his hand on Malchius' shoulder, oblivious of his error. |
