<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">An almost growl of displeasure rumbled in the possessed shopkeeper’s throat as the short story processed in his ears and was transferred mystically to Tannik. His eyes slipped closed and he went silent and still for a long moment as though he were lost in deep thought, then those tired eyes turned piercing and glared daggers at Lucan. “And how long ago was this?” Azzir questioned, “And where were you exactly? Was it simply the guard that saw this or are there other witnesses to your actions?” He inquired, judgmentally. “You’re of no good to me if you can’t walk around Eodin for the next little while. We’ve got business here that you’ll need to be present for.”<br/><br/>He paused to take in a deep breath and flicker mentally over a few last details. “Would you recognize this guard if you saw him again?”<br/><br/></span><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/>