The unassuming archer lets off another arrow! Fear begins to seize him as he stares into the soulless eyes of this terrible monster and he sobs silently while trying to come to terms with his impending death.
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"Perhaps, unfortunately the stench of hay, manure, and Fae magic has suddenly overpowered the room." The robed figure materialized in front of Selgaer, uncomfortably close to the fawn and facing the other direction. "Now don't try to act surprised, I'm sure you knew I was here as soon as you set foot into the building. Silly goat-man."
The guards threw the robed figure to the ground at Uruuna's feet, looking expectantly at her while the she talked with the group. Suddenly the figure breathed deeply, lurched upwards, and disappeared before your eyes. "Thanks boys, you can go now. You're not getting a tip though; maybe don't drag your detainee all the way to the whatever-building-this-is next time, hmmmm?" A familiar, although disembodied, sarcastic tone scolds the two brown cloaks. You can sense movement, and then nothing. For a several long seconds the air is quiet and still until the voice came again, sounding like someone going through the motions of a routine meeting. "Well? Go on then, with whatever you were talking about. I'll catch up as we go, you know I've never really cared for the specifics anyway." |