<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/><div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/73EWzRN.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><strong>(GM Notes):</strong> <em>Xerenu.</em><br/><br/>When Lucan takes hold of her hands she all but shrieks and thrashes about, trying desperately to tear herself away and throw herself back into the crowd of moving people. "Your body dances with that of a demon. Your flesh has known it, and it has known yours." She cries, staggering back. People in the street quickly shift out of her way to avoid her mad wailing. "If you will not stop the merging then I will stop you!" She proclaims as she reaches into her bodice and pulls out a simple dagger. It is clearly misplaced in her trembling, untrained hand, but yet she turns it upon him and points it in his direction.<br/><br/>The action has caught the attention of those around, who jump back to give the two of them room, watching warily to see how the event is going to unfold. Several of them move to keep others from advancing, but on the north side of the circle one of the Eodin guardsmen pushes his way through the crowd and narrows his gaze from beneath his skullcap. "'Ey, wat's goin' on 'ere?" He calls, reaching for the sword kept at his side.<br/><br/><em>"Burn out her eyes, beloved."</em> All too familiar a voice rings in Lucan's head as he stares down the new circumstance. <em>"I do not like that she has seen me on you. Right this wrong for me."</em> Xerenu's sultry request echoes through his mind.<br/><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/>