<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><i>Tossing the knife back into the bag Liam  stood as he ran his hand through his shaggy hair. He walked to the window and looked out at the moonlit area. It had been some time since he’d been in an actual room. His travels made it so. Perhaps a good look around the place wouldn’t be so bad after all this was a safe haven or so he was told. </i><br/>
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<i>Locking the door behind him he walked down the hall and  looked around his new home for the night as he reached the main hall once again as his eyes fell to the canine at the counter “ sorry for the rush earlier. I’ve lost a lot of my people skills during my travels.” He said as he looked around the room” this place is a lot bigger then I pictured “ he added softly as he looked back at him and his hand slipped into his pockets as he pulled out a box of toothpicks and put on in his mouth as he chewed on the tip his small stress reliever there was a lot of other here and he wasn’t use to it any more</i><br/>
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