(Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)
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				Title: <strong>(Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>11-04-2014, 13:39:53</strong>
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				<em>"There are many wonders in the world, and many scribes have tried their best to do them justice with verse and poetry alike. Yet most of those wonders have faded away in time, crumbled to dust and ashes by the passing of time. Yet one modern wonder remains: The great city-state still stands strong, refusing to allow outsiders a say in how its business is run. Its imposing presence has allowed it to stand proud and regal even as kingdoms have risen and crumbled elsewhere, the city-state stands seemingly eternal.<br><br>Yet with all such visions of grandeur, the truth is something entirely else. It is not a city of dreams, of wonder and joyful laughter. Its a city of coin, toil, and occasional bloody slaughter. Nobles stand far above the peasants, and the guards maintain their grip by violence as necessary. Its a city that has held its own for a great length of time, and its legacy has brought forth a sense of entitlement and arrogance among some, a behaviour which has caused more than a little trouble for the non-humans calling the city their home as well.<br><br>Yet for all its flaws, and all its perils, its a fantastic maze of hidden streets, half-forgotten secrets and dark surprises. It is a home unlike any other. A place one either grows to love or hate, but few are left untouched by it."</em> - Whispers of the City State, unknown bard.<br><br><strong>Date: 1st of Mid Summer || Place: Old District (Hillside), Rosa's Tavern</strong><br><br>Rain began to fall as the sun was setting, forcing the people to seek shelter or be soaked. The dark clouds had been gathering all day, and when it rained it truly poured, seeming intent to drown anyone foolish enough to set their outside. It was this harsh weather that&nbsp; had forced even Justin to seek some shelter indoors. Rosa's place wasn't the most opulent of places to meet and eat, but its prices were reasonable given what she could offer. <br><br>The tired looking, plump old woman behind the counter was keeping an eye on the people around the room, her eyes shifting from a group of four men playing with dice at one table, to another showing a young woman wearing a top cut down enough that it was not ridiculous to claim she was putting her best for sale to get herself some coin by the end of the day. The third table along the path her eyes trailed contained a pair of half-orcs grumbling something together while drinking some watered down booze to soothe their pains, and finally to a table where a lone man was seated. Rosa knew this man well enough to not bother him if he wasn't in the mood to talk, having instead a wench head on over to serve him a bowl of stew and a glass of the cheap wine. <br><br>As far as Rosa was concerned, he wasn't a priviledged customer, but if he stopped any big fights from starting when he was around, he ate for free that evening at least. It wasn't as if she couldn't afford that bit, and it wasn't charity, just good business. Knowing there was someone more dangerous than them in the room cooled some of the more hot-headed fellows, keeping furniture from being broken adn turned into makeshift weapons for a brawl. Silently nodding her way at his direction, the older woman sighed and returned to the kitchen, stray locks of grey amidst her otherwise charming chestnut shaded hair. <br><br>As the bar wench was setting down the hot stew of meat, mushrooms and potatoes as well as the cheap wine, there was a creak at the doorway as a lone figure stepped inside. Dressed in a cloak that had been drenched through, the figure of a slender woman could be caught easily enough, moving towards the back of the room though waving the other bar wench over to make her order a little aside. If she was trying to be inconspicuos, she wasn't very good at it. Then again, there was an occasional noblewoman or a servant of a noblewoman at least that slipped over to the old quarter for the thrill of slumming, nothing new in that.<br><br>There was a brief glance in her direction from the men playing with dice but they seemed to decide it wasn't worth interrupting their game over. Unfortunately, the two half-orcs seemed to be a bit more into their cups, gesturing her way and shoving one another lightly, smirking. After a moment, the two of them stood up and began to walk her way, earning a few glances from the other patrons. Yet by the looks of it, the two half-orcs were dockworkers, just laborers rather than actual thugs.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Setting up a bit of a simple start, allowing Justin to face a bit of regular weirdness on a day's start, as well as establishing a reason to not worry about tracking the costs for food on day to day passing, at least when he is still on his own. Figure if he's been helping his neighborhood, he might have some such benefits. Though again as said in the text, even in this the bartender Rosa had a rather clear benefit for herself in offering such free meals. </div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>11-04-2014, 16:37:47</strong>
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				The rain had interrupted Justin’s dya somewhat, but with it continuing he figured he may as well actually eat and relax a bit. Rosa’s was never high class dining, and all in all maybe not his favorite place to eta... But Rosa was nice enough usually, and the food and drink were cheap and easy. His cloak had been hung up next to the door for now, and as the man nodded his thanks to the serving girl he took his mug of ale and took a quick sip of it. A bit refreshing, and a bit bitter as his body suddenly jolted. As he felt himself slowly recovering his eyes were soon at the pair of dockworkers who seemed rather curious in the newcomer. He did nothing yet, they had warranted no actual hostility... But soon enough his eyes were on them, and the newcomer. Either she was a woman, or a very slender man and as his eyes looked the figure over he tried to see telling hints of who could be behind the cloak. Were things to get rowdy, he’d try to talk them down before any actual violence.<br><br>Justin was a lean, fit young man. With a corded, athletic body and sharp blue eyes many would call him handsome. Of fair and slightly tanned skin, his brown hair was tied back and revealed his eyes, a pair of icy blue pupils staring in the half orcs and newcomers direction. His clothes were comfortable enough, but like many in the slums he seemed ready for a fight... though the finely made greatsword and longbow at his back showed he was prepared far better than others were.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">I'm going to look in the newcomers direction and try to glance out some details. I'm gonna take 10 on the roll since i'm not too threatened right now, which would mean 22 perception.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>11-04-2014, 17:24:06</strong>
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				Neither of the dockworkers appeared to carry more than a dagger, and from the looks of it they weren't exactly great in using them should a fight break out. They weren't thugs, just strong workers. Having gotten up, they approached the cloaked figure to address her somewhat quietly, a growling voice speaking up before a slender, feminine hand awkwardly waved before the two of them in a rejecting, dismissing fashion. <br><br>The first of the half-orcs smirked a little while leaning closer and reaching towards the hood, causing the cloaked woman to pull back a bit, the movement causing the front of the cloak to open enough to show a bit of simple silvery dress, but also a cut of it showing a bit of cleavage. The young woman backed a bit against the wall, while looking at the two half-orcs seriously. <br><br>"Come on now, if you are here to see the way the other side of the city lives, you just need to come along for a while." The half-orc lad suggested and smiled at her, while the other gave a squeeze to the front of his pants suggestively. Their hopes and intensions weren't exactly subtle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>11-04-2014, 17:30:15</strong>
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				“That’s enough.” He said as he looked the two men over. “She’s not here for that, she’s just like us and caught in the rain. You know where to go to spend a night if that’s what you’re looking for. If you’d prefer to make this an issue...” Rising, a hand did begin to idly trail over the hilt of his blade. “Then we can see how you enjoy a bit of ‘fun’ with this?” he asked, making his intentions clear. It was a bit of thuggery on his part, but as he leaned over the table and showed off far superior equipment and a bit of violent intent he hoped to quell the men from trying to be as rowdy as they were. Of course, words might not always be as surefire as he hoped. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rolled intimidate just in case I need to! only got 14 though, but he's more trying to sway them away from her.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>11-04-2014, 17:52:42</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Image</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/hc8m10s.jpg)</div></div></div>The two men looked at him and then at the cloaked woman watching them warily. The two half-orcs seemed annoyed at the way things had gone, and his gaze seemed to leave them angry but also recognizing a real threat. "Lets go, rain will sober us up a little." The first of the half-orcs grunted, and the two of them made their way out. The barmaid moved to clear the empty mugs from their table and take the pitcher of ale that they had emptied with the tray as well. The cloaked figure seemed to relax a little again, allowing a soft sigh to escape her lips. "Thank you for that." She spoke in a mere whisper, before sitting down again. <br><br>By the sounds of it, the rain was only growing stronger, and then the thunder boomed with a flash followed by a crackle in the air, loud enough that a few people looked ready to faint. It was definitely hanging above the city itself. Yet the storm would pass, and its heavy rain would've washed a layer of filth with it throug the grates into the sewers below. As a wench approached the cloaked woman again, she reached up to take a glass, her gesture causing her hood to shift back a bit, revealing a bit of a sharpened eartip. An elven woman in disguise. <br><br>She had a simple fare similar to his own set before her, with her eyes rising up to cast a curious glance at his direction yet remaining quiet, seemingly a little hesitant to approach at least for now. Her hair framed a beautiful face, the cut of her silver-shaded dress giving a fair glance at a gorgeous pair of breasts though, a view that must have pushed the half-orcs to push their own courage to try and approach her earlier.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>11-04-2014, 18:06:56</strong>
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				Justin wasn’t happy with the way thins went down either, but soonenough the half orcs had decided to head out and into the rain. They’d find another place to stay dry before too long, and hopefully it would be before the rain became a complete downpour.... But by the sound of a thunderclap outside, and the telltale sound of heavy rain he gave a small sigh. He’d be stuck here for a little while, but it wouldn’t be a complete disaster. Soon sitting down, he coolly regarded the woman for a few moments before giving her a more warm smile. An elf? She had good reason to be disguised in the slums here, and he would say nothing of it. The dress also showed that she was far higher class than the usual, though it was hidden enough by the cloak it seemed. “Sorry, I hope you’re alright?” Unlike the more coarse and uncouth way he spoke to the half orc,s Justin continued to regard her warmly but would not approach himself. If she wished to sit with him, she was more than happy to. But if she preferred solitude at the moment? He wouldn’t blame her. He was comparatively armed to the teeth, and evne he knew well armed people did not always mean they were friendly.
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				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>11-04-2014, 20:46:48</strong>
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				The cloaked woman seemed to think about his question for a couple of seconds before allowing herself a sigh and casting him a smile. "I'll be alright. I wasn't really expecting to find myself approached by half-orcs like that, it kind of gave me a little scare at first. I am not used to coming around here but I had to take some shelter." Her gesture at the window and the rain outside was simple enough, as she began to eat then gesturing at the seat opposite of hers, in case he wanted to carry his meal over and eat with her.<br><br>"I thank you for driving them away, it might be I am mistaken and was in no danger at all, but at that moment I had a feeling I shouldn't just go along with them so I am glad you offered a hand in resolving the situation, mister...?" She waited for his introductions, but decided to continue regardless of whether she got an answer or not. "As for me, I am Charlotte. I was having a look around when it began to rain, and well I wasn't finished yet so I chose to seek shelter here. I only hope this downpour will be over soon, because once it gets late it will be harder to find my way around." <br><br>From the looks of things, the storm would probably rage from an hour to two, or with bad luck it might be there all night. It wasn't that far away from Justin's hideout, but under that downpour it would be a blessing to have even some cover running closer to the walls to take advantage of the overhang in the roofs, and that would still leave sections of uncovered street to travel, not to even begin with the dark alleys. For someone that didn't know the neighborhood, it might be quite dangerous. <br><br>"Perhaps you could help me. I was looking for someone, a young servant girl who left a noble family's service a few days ago. I found out she should be somewhere here but haven't been able to locate her yet." She reached to her cloak's pockets, soon pulling out a small folded out scetch of a human woman with a friendly smile towards the viewer, and hands crossed on her lap, seeming to be wearing a servant's dress. It was a crude image, but enough to get an idea of the person, though being a black and white scetch it didn't offer anything on hair color or such, though the shading suggested the woman wasn't a blonde at least, at least supposedly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>11-04-2014, 21:00:13</strong>
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				“It doesn’t usually rain like this for another month or two. I suppose the storms thought it would be funny to start early this year.” He said, looking at the window she gestured to. “Thankfully for you however, Rosa is quite the nice person, and has quite the generous lunch for today.” He said with a grin, taking his food and soon sitting next to her. When he walked it was with a confident step. The man was a warrior, and it showed in simple movement and the way he carried himself. Sliding into the chair opposite of hers, he briefly looked at her face, entranced a bit by her beauty before she spoke again. “You are welcome. I don’t think they would have tried anything, but then again it can be surprising what people will do when they think they are in the right. Still, no blood was shed and no one was hurt. Charlotte? It’s a lovely name. I’m Justin.” he offered his hand to shake, acting as polite as he would before. “We’ll see how long it rains. We could try to get you to an inn if it doesn’t let up, but if not things get a bit more complicated...” But as the conversation wheeled once again, he listened and looked to the picture she offered. “May I see that a bit closer?” He’d offer his hand out, examining it in more detail. “What is her name? How long has she been missing? Where was she sent to?” Even in a city, tracking and figuring out what happened to someone was a forte of his, and as he looked again to Charlotte, he’d give a nod. “Any further details? What color hair, eyes, what she may have been wearing? And uh, who’s house is she from? Who she worked for might have had some importance.” He couldn’t turn down someone in need, not someone like her at least.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>11-04-2014, 21:49:05</strong>
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				The elven woman bit on her lower lip as she thought on the matter, seeming to try and come up with a satisfying answer to the best of her abilities. "She was in the service of the house I belong to, more specifically in my father's service. Uhmm, I am Charlotte Duskrider, of the Duskrider family." They were known to be involved with the education, having several quite intelligent members in their family, and the long elven lifespan made them quite capable to offer assistance on matters that a human simply wouldn't have the years of life to dedicate to some of the tasks carried out for the sake of the city. <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/6MRrO.jpg)</div>"As for the young woman, she is a brown haired, brown eyed human with cute pigtails in her hair. She is a little umm, buxom, but a little shy about it as well. Apparently my father got mad at her for refusing an order and had her thrown out, which is completely unfair in my opinion. Thing is I want to hire her back in my service then but dad had her chased out with just what she had, and I heard from the servants she said if she can't find anything else she would try her luck at the Old District, so here I am, asking around for her. Ohh, umm and her name is Helena Eastfield." She smiled a little at this, seeming to genuinely think fondly of the young woman in the drawing. "Its been a couple of days, I was away when dad threw that tantrum of his. Seriously, he is a whiny little brat despite his age when it comes to people refusing, I blame it on being adored by those he has taught at the academy." She frowned visibly while saying this.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">A servant girl refusing a nobleman's order, thrown out to the streets, one young and attractive might find themselves facing a somewhat disliked option if they cannot find another job earlier, but if she has been there only a few days she might be living off what she has saved from her salary earlier, but that too wouldn't last forever. There's a few cheap places to rent a bed in a shared room, a room fully to a person, or just a warm spot near a fire on the floor in some cases. There's also the option of living in one of the abandoned buildings, but those come with their own risks. All pretty simple, basic knowledge.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>11-04-2014, 21:54:40</strong>
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				“You’re one of the Duskriders?” He asked, a bit impressed. “Well, your family generally does good in the city from where i’ve seen your name. So you have that going for you. I suppose this is just an unfortunate tale of a lady gone missing...” he tapped at his chin, listening to her as she described how and why it happened. “Your father does sound a bit pompous, I hope that’s not offensive.I’m something of a problem solve rin this city, Charlotte. I will help you find her, if you would like assistance. The old town would be a bit dangerous for people. We should probably start by looking around and seeing if any buildings or shacks were rented out. I imagine she did not come with a lot of money, so I would assume she’d be staying there for only a few days. We’d have to hurry. There are also the less savory parts of the slums here... She might be in one of the ‘abandoned’ buildings.” Of course, the word had the intonation that implied such buildings were never abandoned. “But we’ll find her and get her to safety together.” Of course, if she agreed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>12-04-2014, 15:33:02</strong>
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				"Uhm, well yes I am but its my father who has done most of the things, my mother used to as well, but well she hasn't been around with us for the last decade anymore." Around ten years ago there had been some talk about a killer going on among the nobles, taking a few lives before supposedly being caught and executed, but the whole thing wasn't allowed out in the public eyes, so naturally almost everyone knew about it. Though it had been mostly that, an unconfirmed rumor except there were a few people that swore they had a relative in service of a noble family that had lost someone. Either way, a lot of graves were dug that year.<br><br>"Its not offensive to call him pompous, I don't exactly agree with the manner he treated the girl. I understand he may be under high pressure and expectations but lashing out like that is not behaviour fit for a gentleman." Her tone sounded a bit annoyed, and there was a bit of a naive presence to her when she said it that passionately. There were a few people looking their way, but they turned their attention elsewhere again soon enough, as the two of them were starting to work their way through the meal. <br><br>"Mmh, well, I hope we can find her sometime soon but I didn't take too much with me, I have heard its risky out here and didn't want to take too much seem like a target for a robbery, but I have a little coin to help out in searching for her, if we have to pay for information somewhere or such." She looked at him a bit awkward. "I'll try and arrange you a reward as well when this is over, you are kind to offer your help but my honor dictates I'd reward someone willing to help me out."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>12-04-2014, 16:57:51</strong>
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				“Oh, I am sorry to hear about your mother.” The time for her death did time with that of the murders, and it did make him think briefly on such a grim fate. Hopefully she had lived a long life, and that whatever afterlife accepted her is a pleasant one. The killer was caught as well, so there was some justice given for such brutal murders. “He made a mistake treating the girl as he did. Unfortunately he doesn’t exactly seem to realize that the servant could have gotten herself in danger... Or doesn’t care that she could be hurt. Either way, at least she does have someone else looking out for her.” Justin smiled, and as the talk soon turned to risk and other things, he shook his head. “Don’t say you have coin directly for such a thing. Best if people are left in the dark for that here... At least until it becomes necessary. As is you are a noblewoman walking the slums.” His tone was quieter to ensure they weren’t easily overheard. “And don’t worry about reward this moment. We’ll find the girl and make sure she’s alright. Once you two are back safe then reward can be discussed. Right now? Well, i’m finished...” He said, pushing his blade away slightly and checking on the rain. “And if it doesn’t let up soon, we might have to head to my place till it does.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>13-04-2014, 11:57:27</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">My apologies for lack of much replies yesterday, was dragged off by friends. That is a bit of a semi-regular occurence, being dragged off on Saturday evening. Nonetheless, here's the next post.</div></div><br>"Its something that happened in the past. I am over most of it." She said a bit sadly, but not allowing it to depress herself. Listening to him seemed to help her relax somewhat, as the two of them came to finish their meals soon. It was still raining, and it didn't seem to be letting up just yet. "I suppose it would be best to get going then and see about the place you have. Staying here after all of this might start to draw some attention." The crowd had grown a little, the young woman that had been trying to attract a man to her earlier with the cut of her outfit was gone as was one of the dice-players, the pile of coins on the table a lot smaller than it had been at a point earlier.<br><br>Pulling her hood back on, and pulling the cloak tighter, the young woman moved to follow along after him as the two of them took on to the street. Running from cover to cover without slipping took a bit of work, but they managed to avoid getting entirely soaked while making their way towards the hideout. There was light shining from the windows of a few buildings they passed, but no people seemed to be outdoors to join them along the way. <br><br>It took a little while, but finally they reached the safety of his hideout, the door safely locked and the only key in his possession. It was only then on the front door to his hideout that she seemed to realize she'd followed a strange man to his home in the midst of dark alleys and streets she didn't know, seeming to look around a little worried. The heavy rain was pushing her to step inside though, rather than risk getting sick outside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>13-04-2014, 12:51:59</strong>
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				“It’s healthy to move on. But I still think it’s unfortunate, I don’t mean to dig up old wounds.” She was more at ease, and when she finished her meal he smirked. “But it’s still raining. I hope your cloak is heavy, because it might get a tad soaked.” As he approached the door and put on his cloak, he drew his hood over his face to make sure he’d have some modicum of dryness heading out. “Okay, ready?” he asked, and as he soon darted with her he proved to be rather nimble at least, though his heavier boots would occasionally kick up a puddle and send the water splashing. Leading her from cover to cover and to his hideout, it was only a moment to unlock the door. A little wet, he soon hung his soaked cloak on a nearby rack, a bit of water dripping onto the floor. “Sorry, it’s no nobles house but I think it’s cozy.” His home was that, cozy. It was not very large, nor the most lavishly decorated... But it had everything one needed to live comfortable. Chairs arranged around a dining room table, a couch big enough for a few people, or even two people to sleep side by side. A washroom, a kitchen, another room leading to a bed... It was humble, with rain pattering down against the windows and dim light keeping it somewhat dark. It was also clean and dust free, a bookshelf next to the door with a handful of older looking books on it. There was also a stand for his armor and weapons, when he didn’t have them on. “Uh, well! Make yourself at home? I can set us up some tea to warm up, I should have enough sugar to make it sweet if you like.” he smiled, looking at her. He really wasn’t going to hurt her, or anything.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>13-04-2014, 13:30:41</strong>
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				"Alright, thank you." She offered him a smile, looking a little nervous but relaxing as the place looked normal enough. Embarrassment showed on her face still, having thought it might not be safe, seeming more at ease with his offer again then. "Do you think we can find her? I hope she's not had to do anything bad to stay safe and well here." She allowed herself a sigh. "If she has I wont forgive dad for driving her away. She's almost family." She insisted a bit firmly, pulling off her cloak and setting it aside.<br><br>Thing was, as she did so the dress she wore came to show it was wet too, and the cloth clinging to her chest was showing the rosy nipples quite clearly. She hadn't noticed, but the nipples were showing, cold with rainwater and her soft bosom showing drops running along it slowly as well. The dress' hem was soaked, but higher up it was just clinging briefly on her thighs, not affording him any extra looks. Still, the top of it was giving him a bit of a free show without her even knowing.<br><br>As she moved to take a seat she carefully brushed the couch pillow a couple of times with her hand then setting her bottom down on it, smiling to his direction. "Having a little tea would be lovely, as nice as the chance to taste something that locals eat was, I think a bit of tea would sooth my tongue a bit too. I didn't count on rain and didn't bring a change of clothes or I would be freshening up too." She remarked idly, having a longer look around.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>13-04-2014, 20:06:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was easy to set a pot to begin oiling, water within for tea. “You’re welcome.” he said as she entered, noting her nervousness. While he understood why he did feel it was a bit silly to be nervous around him. She had no reason to be scared of him in truth, but he was a stranger and she didn’t know about him. As he kicked off his boots he gave a small sigh of relief, stretching somewhat. “We’ll find the girl. Promise. If she’s been hurt whoever did it will pay severely. I promise you that much. But we’ll get her back safe and sound.” Sure it was a bit of a lofty promise right now... but one he would still intend to back up. His eyes did roam her body as he saw the dress firmly clinging to her, but his eyes did not wander openly for long, even though she had quite the body. “There were a bit too many spices in the meal. But this’ll be a good way to clean the palette.” Once the water was hot enough he’d settle some tea and sugar in it, simple black tea with a sweeter taste, though not too strong. “I’m sorry, I don’t really have any clothes that would fit you either.” he’d suggest taking hr dress off so it could dry, but honestly how well would that go?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>13-04-2014, 20:50:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Heheh. I would have to be worried if you did." She flashed him a joking smile at the time, but then allowed herself a faint sigh. "I don't expect this to be easy and I don't expect it to all turn out rosily, though I hope it will. I just worry, and hope for the best. I hope even if she has gotten into some trouble I can still pull her out of it." She showed a small, concerned smile on her face before taking a sip of the offered tea. Sipping on it a little every now and then, she fell silent for a short moment, before taking a breath.<br><br>"Do you have ideas where we should search? Are there places where a young woman down on her luck might find some work or coin? Or someplace safe she might choose to go to while trying to figure things out? I would prefer to know she is alright but narrowing down where she might be should help out more than wishful thinking."<br><br>As she asked this, there was a crack of thunder somewhere in the distance, but with it, the sound of rain was starting to grow lighter finally, starting to pass even if it did seem like the rain might still fall for half an hour perhaps, it was at least sounding like it was lightening finally. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>14-04-2014, 00:25:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Oh? And here I was just trying to be nice. Well, I guess it would be weird if I did have a womans clothes when i’m single...” his voice trailed off as things moved to the more serious matter at hand. “It’s not going to be simple, but we aren’t totally clueless. I do know how to kind of find people in the city, of where they may go to... So we can get some leads. You may have to do some of the talking, but I can help if you need a sterner face.” But as he then though, he hummed to himself. “Are there places a troubled young woman would go to? Unfortunately the answer is ‘Too many places’. “But hopefully, she’s not that troubled. We can start by asking around at places she might have been likely to find work... And after that, the bars. Sounds like the rain is lightening up...” his voice trailed off as he heard the pattering get lesser and lesser. “So, perhaps we can do some searching today.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>14-04-2014, 10:00:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well ahh, I didn't mean to make it sound like I wasn't appreciating the offer." She smiled a little apologetically, looking down at the tea for a moment while sipping on it slowly. Seeming to think things over a bit as he spoke, nodding her head a little as a reply to his words, seeming to have at least some worries and suspicions on her mind, even if her presence did have a naive feel to it, there might be some things she had picked up on even if she didn't put them all into context. "Alright, I will travel with you to see those places, but I do hope the rain stops first. That makes the search all the more oppressing in its feeling." She allowed herself a long-suffering sigh at this.<br><br>"I guess I am just that bad mannered, I do not mean to be insulting I merely worry for my friend and find myself completely out of my comfort zone in coming to this district. Normally I would have a guard watching after me, but I wanted to find her and the guards answer to my father so I didn't trust them to be willing to go along. Though I am grateful you are willing to help me out, and having a local as a guide should be good." She smiled a little, before noticing how her clothes were clinging to her own form, face reddening as she moved an arm over her chest. "Oh my.. umm, is there a bath here? I could soak up a bit of hot water and it might let my clothes dry from the rain too.." She remarked a bit nervously again, asking the question on her mind.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>14-04-2014, 10:07:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Oh... Apologies, that was a joke. I meant no insult!” he said with a shake of his head, handing her the tea. “I didn’t really mean offense. Still, the rain should be stopping soon so we’ll have plenty of time to search. Don’t worry, I guess tensions are running high and humor isn’t the best way to lighten it, sorry. I imagine she’ll be fine, I doubt she’s that helpless. I do have a washroom with a bath, so you can clean off and maybe use a towel to help dry your dress too. Just mind, it’s just down the hall and to the left. Theres a lot to this place but if a door is locked, don’t try to open it. Haven’t gotten around to cleaning everything up yet. But when you’re done I hope that the rain is finished, after that it shouldn’t rain for a while longer. Usually I don’t mind the rain...” he was annoyed by it today though, but it seems being detoured did mean a stroke of good luck for today. “C’mon.” Rising, he’d lead her to the washroom. “Follow me, i’ll lead you to it.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>14-04-2014, 19:35:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"It seems we are both deathly afraid of offending one another." She chuckled merrily, not seeming to have felt any offense though having worried she might have caused one, in turn. Smiling peacefully, she moved to follow along for the moment, a sigh escaping her lips soon after. "I apologise for my own behaviour, I am simply beset with grim worries over my poor friend's fate, but I should not let it make me this unsociable. Stars damn it I must be getting more insulting by the minute." She smiled at him in an apologetic fashion.<br><br>Making her way with him to the bathroom, taking a moment to look at him before nodding. "I'll take a bit of time to soak, I'll hand you my clothes through a crack in the door then?" She offered a bit embarrassed, moving to step inside with the intent to undress and give those clothes over, as well as to enter the baths then. Though she seemed willing to trust him with closing the door without peeping, even if an elven backside were going to be bare naked behind it when she did.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>16-04-2014, 10:20:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Well we’re on the same page again at least, we have that.” but as she followed him he lead her to the bathroom. “It’s quite understandable and you don’t need to apologize. Someone you like could be in danger and you want them safe. Perfectly understandable. I’d probably be going through the same motions you are. But i’ll take your clothes, and hopefully they can get a bit dried off.” He would be sincere about it, and would attempt to give her some privacy. She was in his house, and he did prefer she trust him if only for a future contact. When she handed him the clothes, it would only be a few moments before he took them and hung them somewhere nice and clean to dry!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>16-04-2014, 18:03:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As the young lady was bathing, the rain outside slowed down little by little, and by the time her clothes were dry once more, it had actually stopped, allowing the people to set out and wander along the dark streets once more. Damp as their steps might be, they no longer had to seek shelter from the elements, and this made the previously quiet alleys come to life once more. Looking outside, Justin would easily see the hustle and bustle starting up.<br><br>There were small brothels scattered about, cheap inns for a bed to lay a head down on for a few measly coins, and there were the many decrepit buildings that might house one willing to take their chances with a building anyone could enter if they so chose. There would be a fair number of places to look for, and a local might have a better handle on where to look for than someone from beyond the district, but there were still a troubling number of possibilities. Though word spread quickly in the right circles, and Justin wasn't without friends for that matter. <br><br>It seemed the guards that had chosen to leave the area alone amidst the rain had chosen to also make an appearance now that the showers were over, but moving quickly their groups seemed more intent to keep up appearances and just pass around fast than to look for troublemakers to bully for their gold, more inclined to be quick about it and get out of the district before something might befall them in turn.<br><br>Soft sigh from the young lady sought to capture his attention, her figure once more clad in her clothing as she looked outside. "I guess this is it then. Thank you for your hospitality in the meanwhile, I shall hope to reward it soon, but we have a friend to find now. Please lead on, as I am uncertain where to begin in this area."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>25-04-2014, 21:11:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing the patter against the window beginning to die down and slow he found a bit of peace in hearing the storm come to an uneventful end. The thunder wasn’t even that constant, so it was just a heavy, but short shower. Things would get busy again however which meant having to deal with crowds. The peace gave him a bit of time to think, ‘plan’ so to speak. The inns first, then the old buildings, then brothels. Brothels were probably the place she’d be ‘safest’ at ironically, if only because she might be more busy with training and dealing with having to get into the life rather than being out on her own with no real protection. If his guess was right, that meant there would be some time to deal with that. Of course he could also ask others, since a bit of coin could loosen tongues and do it in such a way that would hopefully make it far easier to get what he wanted from people.<br><br>But as the elf came out, he gave her a smile. “Good to go?” He rose, stretching faintly as he then gave her a nod. “We’ll be hitting the inns and bars first, looking to get a bit of information. We’ll find most people there, so if we’re lucky someone there will remember seeing her. After that, unfortunately we’ll have nowhere to go but ‘lower’in this place.” He didn’t try to sound discouraging though. “I suggest taking a cloak to at least hide yourself, undue attention could be bad.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>26-04-2014, 15:11:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlotte smiled to him in a grateful manner, moving to his side as they were heading out. She listened to him intently and swallowed, but bowed her head a little again in understanding. "I'll try and keep my face covered as we go around." She said this seriously, and pulled the still somewhat damp cloth on her figure but hiding her features a little better once more, the smile she gave him a genuine one though. It seemed she was nervous, but hopeful. <br><br>Their first journey through the nearby inns proved them to have a fair share of poor clients renting a place for a night or two. Red herrings were plentiful, with recently arrived young women found here and there, though some of them seemed to simply be people slumming a little while, others on the run for a day or two before returning after a fight on something else was over, and a few others that seemed to share Charlotte's frend's situation having been kicked out by those they served. <br><br>Yet there was no indication of her friend having even dropped by those places, the expression on Charlotte's face growing a little darker as she began to look worried and yet resigned. There was even less luck with the abandoned buildings they looked at, a few of them entirely empty though looking in a bad enough shape to justify why they were so, and others seemed to house small gangs that wouldn't be safe for anyone outside of their own ranks to approach anyway. Soon enough, the trail seemed to bring them to the brothels, and based on the expression on her face she had realized there was something going on as well.<br><br>"Where are we?" She asked as they stepped inside a converted inn, the lobby housing many crimson sofas, sections divided by transparent curtains coloring things different shades, other thicker curtains sealing off other areas. There was a large chandelier above illuminating the place with magical candles that would not drip wax nor burn out, giving the place the light it needed, though not a bit more, remaining a touch shadowy, mysterious in its own approach.<br><br>"Welcome, does the lovely couple want to spice things up a bit mm?" A young human girl about twenty years in age stepped before them, her outfit looking like a tavern wench's dress yet cut so down the pink of her nipples was visible, her blonde hair tied up in a ponytail behind her head, a smirk on her lips as she gestured ahead. "We have plenty of seating, plenty of drinks, and plenty of good company to be had, come along and I'll bring the madame to you shortly." She had a chuckle escape her lips as the elven girl trembled a bit awkwardly looking around. Not unnecessarily so, while most things were hidden away behind curtains, a pair of half-elven girls were dancing on a small stage nearby, wearing naught but small patches of cloth to hide their womanhoods, their bare bosoms rising to the music played by a similarily attired human girl with a lute in her hands nearby. The two seeed to make their slow, graceful turns enjoying the attention lavished on their shapely, perky forms, amused by the stares rather than annoyed.<br><br>"Mmh, well now... while you wait, would you like something as I am getting the madame?" The blonde girl inquired leaning ahead to give a look down her cleavage while she did so.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>09-05-2014, 04:13:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“That would be a good idea. Not all people in the slums are friendly, some just want to use and abuse others, and if they see a pretty or different enough face here they’ll seek to hurt you as well.” He would keep his hood up as they left as well, keeping the cloak just in case it was necessary due to rain or other events. But listening to the stories as they traveled through the inns and intermittently looking to her he could tell that she was in none of them, or had at least not come by any of them. With a sigh he continued on to the abandoned homes, finding exactly that – homes devoid of life, or at least the squatters there being impermissible to anyone wishing to come with them. With those two options down, there was but one part of the town left to look, and he continued on with resolutions.<br><br>“We are in the red light district. This place specifically is the aching heart, the one brothel where i’d actually say the matron cares for the women here. Or at least, I hope.” As they continued onward however, he looked to the woman who approached them, giving a smile out of habit as he appreciated the look. “We’d love to see the madam, as well as share a drink. Do you have something light but sweet?” Afterall, they still have to give some pretense as they came to a rest, and as she leaned in, the hunter couldn’t help but take in her looks, though trying not to offend Charlotte as he did such.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>11-05-2014, 23:05:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I can bring you a strawberry seduction, just a second then." Winking briefly, the young woman moved to the nearby bar-counter, waving the older woman behind it. She quickly got two tall glasses of crimson liquid, bringing them over a friendly smile on her lips, offering one towards him and one towards Charlotte. As Charlotte took hers, she took a small sniff of the drink before sipping on it and nodding her head amusedly. <br><br>It seemed light and sweet, cider-like in its 'strength' and yet sweet with just enough alcohol to it that the little 'dance on the tongue' could be felt easily enough. Sipping on it carefully and enjoying it, Charlotte paid that a bit more attention than their surroundings then. "I'll have the madam greet you in a short moment, make yourself at ease in the meanwhile." She offered a sweet smile, turning to go.<br><br>"Ohh, you're a pretty lady. Fancy making a bit of coin?" A smile crossing his face, a tall, scarred man was looking over Charlotte who was just a few steps away having moved to take a seat there it seemed, but the man had interrupted her, grasping her arm. The smell of alcohol was in the air, but he was eyeing the young woman over appreciatively. "My friend and I need some more entertainment, the girl we had join us had to slip away but we'll pay handsomely..." He was trying to grasp her rear when Charlotte squeaked and hurriedly took a few steps towards Justin there.<br><br>"Huh? Hmmh, already a bit busy? Feh, whatever he's offering, I'll raise a bit higher, its a lucky day for me and my friend and I'm not taking no for an answer!" He stepped closer, stumbling somewhat but his expression showed he was entirely serious.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Could take this a few different ways. One would be to just RP it out, another would be to roll the die and resolve it possibly as unarmed combat... neither party is really armed right now, and neither needs to be... in which case it would be a few rolls for 'non-lethal' damage to knock out the drunk. Or it could be drawn blade making a strike to scare off the drunkard in a strike, but a drawn blade is the sort of thing that -might- get a patron thrown out, as well as attract the attention of the guard.<br><br>Then again, resorting to methods other than violence is not a bad option, I can go a lot of ways about this but figured it a good opportunity to see what paths he might explore. Also thinking if this is the brothel madame he is familiar with or someone who he is not so close to but who might be known to take newcomers.</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>11-05-2014, 23:40:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“A seduction sounds great.” Once they were handed one each, the hunter took his as Charlotte sipped and seemed to approve of her drink. “Mmm...” It was certainly a sweeter than normal drink, and with Charlotte handling the lookout, he was more than happy to deal with talking to the worker. “Excellent, we’d love to see her as soon as possible, but I understand if she’s busy.” If she was, they’d have to wait which could lead to some time being spend here. Of course, it seemed there would be another issue as he took another sip but then heard a harsh, unfamiliar tone. “Pardon?” he asked, looking to the man as Justin rose and moved to cover Charlotte and give her a buffer between the man and herself. “Unacceptable.” He would state coldly at first, eyes looking at the man. “She’s not someone ‘on sale’ here, and if you try to touch her i’ll see to it that you’re taken out of here by my hand or the request of the madam. I would think about if this is what you seriously want to do, and if not, leave.” He would not be the one to throw the first strike, but his hands would soon and slowly curl into fists as he prepared to deal with this person, and if he wanted a fight? He’d get a fight.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">He'll be trying to deal with this non combatively, but if the guy wants to throw a punch, he'll be completely ready to hit hard and fast! As for the madam, I can roll with either way!</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>12-05-2014, 23:12:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/YZTZlMM.jpg)</div><br>Charlotte lightly held onto his shoulder as she backed behind Justin, watching the man over his shoulder carefully. She seemed to hold quiet for most part, but kept Justin between her and the stranger now waiting quietly for the situation to resolve itself. The man growled annoyed at the interruption, but he seemed to size Justin up for the threat he was presenting and seeming to, even in his drink-adled state, realize he was perhaps barking up the wrong tree.<br><br>"Sheesh, I get it, gotta look elsewhere. Shame, looks like a looker you got with you, sure you aren't willing to let her slip? Could make a good earning..." He repeated, not trying to push ahead by strength, staggering back a step actually, but not giving up entirely and leaving just yet. As he was still staring at the two of them however, a set of footsteps became audible nearby.<br><br>"Now, this isn't appropriate." Smile on her lips, a blue-eyed, dark-haired beauty wealked along in a calm and casual outfit, her crimson shirt not hiding the shape of her ample bust but yet concealing her in a way that would be described as 'decent' by some while yet retaining a rather blatant display of the ample bosom she possessed. Feline ears on her head marked her as someone of beast-blood, a lineage that wasn't exactly treated as humans by everyone but yet the smile on her lips was friendly and her blue eyes gaze at ease.<br><br>"I would suggest you return to your room, additional company will arrive shortly, the girl who left took your specifications to mind and is getting someone willing to participate in those acts, but you cannot go around bothering people. That is not the kind of treatment you'd like either now is it?" Her smile seemed to disarm the man somewhat, before she turned towards Justin and Charlotte. "Mmh, my apologies for that. I am Madam Maya, how can I help you find your bliss tonight?" Her tone friendly and a bit teasing, she still retained a strangely business-like presence alongside the friendly fashion, rather than outright blatant flirting one that some establishments sought to keep.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>13-05-2014, 08:56:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Feeling her against his shoulder just made him more protective of her considering, and as he spoke tersely to the man he would just continue to silently keep infront of her, acting as a buffering shield against the drunkard. “I’ve given you your answer. You should leave.” Justin would reply coolly, letting the man stagger back. But as someone began to approach, the dark haired woman seemed to have a more commanding presence as she seemingly identified herself as the owner. A beastblooded was not a rare sight, but an uncommon one all things considered. Sighing a bit as the situation was resolved and the man moved off, Justin returned her words and tone with a smile of his own. Friendly as ever and a bit business minded as well, Justin tried not to let his eyes wander as they seemed to want to. “Greetings, madam Maya. I am Justin, and my friend and I are looking for something specific. Pondering on whether or not to play all his cards or just give a description he figured the latter would be the best direction. “We’re looking for a young human woman, perhaps a brunette or brown haired girl. We would be willing to offer good coin if she’s a bit... new? We don’t intend to hurt her, but we would like a woman we could perhaps ‘guide’ if you will.” It was all a bit vague and could be played with, but he was hoping that it would be a good key on if such a woman was available for hire or not.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>18-05-2014, 21:58:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The drunkard seemed to finally step back and give way to the others, moving off while muttering annoyed at the interruptions. Nonetheless, he did not appear to plan on bothering them more for the time being, allowing Justin and Catherine a little privacy with the Madam. Maya was smiling in a polite but at the same time a touch formal fashion, looking at the two of them and hearing out their request. The thought of what they were after raised a brow on her, an ear twitching briefly.<br><br>"There have not been too many 'newcomers' on the scene lately." She replied seriously, a tilt of her head following. "I have two newcomers but neither has expressed much interest in couples or groups, but it will not hurt to ask. Please understand though that they hold the right to refuse a customer if they believe the desired play is something they would not be comfortable with." Her voice was calm and collected, her expression relaxed and yet somewhat serious. Moving along ahead of them, she began to twirl her finger in the air making a small bit of crimson smoke form around her fingertip, a few whispered words sending a bit of it to float off fast into two doors along the path. <br><br>She opened a door to an office of sorts, with a large oaken desk set before a pair of comfortable armchairs, and a fireplace at the other end. As Maya's swaying rump was soon rested on the edge of the table, she looked at Justin and Charlotte in a serious fashion as a knock came to the office door a mere moment later. She hadn't even had time to speak up. The knock was quickly followed by the door being opened, allowing two young women to step inside.<br><br>Charlotte looked at both hopefully, yet her expression fell shortly afterwards. The two young women were not bad looking, both of them being brunettes with human linage showing, but they did not seem to be the one sought. Still, one of them was arather buxom young woman with shapely hips as well, where as the other young woman seemed a bit more slender, athletic in her build. "These two are Romi and Erin, and only arrived here recently. From what I have come to know, Erin has a preference for the fairer sex, where as Romi has so far kept her services mostly to entertainment in the more traditional arts, music and dance, but both are willing to hear things out."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>28-05-2014, 09:19:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With the drunkard gone, he then focused on the madam of the establishment. “Oh? Well, that’s unfortunate. If none of them are comfortable, we’re not in the business to force so we’ll uphold and honor their denial should they not wish it.” She was calm, in power, and focused which did make the ranger admire her more than he would others. He could always appreciate a woman who was focused on her task, and was still comfortable enough to display any power without going overboard about it. The spell was probably a whispered message, telling the girls to get ready, or so he assumed. “You do run this place rather well, I’d almost think it wasn’t in the slums. It’s good to see someone out here is serious about their promise to keep workers safe.” Afterall, many here worked probably because it was the best place they could find work.<br><br>A knock on the door made him turn his head,, and as he looked the women over with Charlotte his expressions somewhat mimicked hers. While he doubted it would be as easy as this, he could still always have a bit of hope that it could be. “Well...Give my other half and I a moment of privacy to discuss it?” He asked, holding Charlottes hand and rising. “If you do not mind us speaking about this matter in private.” If they were given a modicum of privacy, he’d lead her just to outside the room, he door closed as he leaned in and sought to speak quietly. “Well, it seems this place doesn’t have her sadly. Perhaps we could be honest with our intentions to the owner? If you trust her. But if you would prefer not, we can look elsewhere.” Justin spoke with honesty but also wanted to have her decide. This was her friend and he suspected she’d have a more open and true opinion on what to do, for the young woman was her friend rather than his.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>03-06-2014, 19:19:13</strong>
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				Charlotte seemed to consider the words a moment and then finally let out a sigh. "I guess we should be honest, she seems far better than the stories I have heard, and those dont paint a very nice picture of the ladies of these places. I have some idea what to expect and she is looking far better than I'd dare expect, maybe she'll be willing to help, especially with a little support."<br><br>This said, she turned to knock on the door a bit awkward, waiting a moment about it as the doors to the lady's office were opened again and they were allowed to return from the hallway where a little privacy could be received. "A friend of mine has gone missing." Charlotte began. "A servant, but one who was like a sister. I cannot forgive me if something bad happens to her. I was thinking this might be where she might end, fearfully but still.. but she doesn't seem to be here, and well.." She swallowed, looking at the madam who's eyes had widened slightly but the madam held her tongue, as did the two girls in the room.<br><br>"...I would be very grateful for any help you might give in finding her, and if she comes around... telling her she should be able to return..." As she was saying this much, the madame shook her head. "So, you are both... <em>Savior</em> sorts, huh? But not after the souls of the girls here, but one particular, and it seems both soul and flesh as it happens." The madam's eyebrow remained lifted for a moment, but finally she sighed. "I can put a word out, if you give me a description, but if I do so, I will want a favor." She glared at the noblewoman. "Gold only goes so far, and the watch extorts anyone they hear has made more than a fair sum in a week, so that doesn't exactly help us other than make us a target. Now..." She drew a breath, looking at Justin. <br><br>"Your companion looks like someone who might be able to handle himself. There's someone out there, who's made grizzly work of a few girls out on the street. Either half-humans or pure non-humans. While the girls out there are... <em>competition</em>... I cannot stomach the idea of such a beast running on the loose. Worse, if your friend isn't all human, she might be targeted too. We'll give you whatever clues we can get of the menace, and if your friend here can aid us in dealing with the psycho, we'll make sure every madam knows to look out for such a girl. We do maintain some touch, to know which members of the public are... violent with the girls. Once banned from one establishment, a gentleman may find himself banned from all of them if the offense is really that bad." Her expression was dead serious. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>05-06-2014, 11:25:56</strong>
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				As Charlotte turned and explained to the Madam, he continued to listen quietly. She was doing the right thing, as was he. Maybe it wasn’t a simple thing to deal with but such things hardly were, as there were all sorts of troubles that could come from something simple. “A murderer?” he kept the word quiet, not wanting to draw attention to it. “I’ll handle it. I can find out who this is, and deal with them. If you can tell me more about this problem you won’t have to worry about your girls, or anyone else out there for that matter.” At least, in situations like this. “I do try to help the people of these districts when I can, and the ladies here or on the street are no different, and if they are being targeted whoever is doing this will pay.” He was not a man for vengeance, but he was a man who valued protecting others. “Though, Charlotte will have to stay somewhere safe, I wouldn’t want to place anyone else in jeopardy while I handle this.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>24-06-2014, 18:57:12</strong>
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				Nodding her head seriously at the time, the madame drew a deep long breath before smiling at the time. "I'll try and provide you with all the answers I can. In turn, I'll keep my eyes and ears open, and inquire about newly arrived girls in these parts. I should probably also offer a small bit of advance on my part to show my good faith: You should check with the Old Shrine, the woman there seems to know most of the people going about and if the girl coming here has heard of her, she probably has visited too." <br><br>Old Shrine was said to be a home to a witch, or a priestess of a less favored Goddess perhaps, but nonetheless it was a place where healing was possible with few if any questions asked. The said woman there was also willing to help out in a few different ways, for a bit of coin, but all of that came with the understanding they kept their distance to her. The woman always appeared in a robe and a mask, even the fact the person was a woman was only deduced by her voice. <br><br>Given the prices involved though, the woman had less business than someone with healing talents in a poor area might have had otherwise, and was as such easily 'kind of forgotten' by those who lived nearby, seeing as the woman charged so highly it was only in emergency that people tended to rely on her aid, or if they had by some windfall landed their hands on something particularily valuable. <br><br>"Miss Charlotte can stay here, either in the office helping me out with papers, or alternatively in the room of veils, which is employees only usually, but in this case we might make an exception to her. That is, if she has no problem with the girls talking rather frankly about work there." Her voice was calm and collected yet the look she gave Charlotte was warning, but the young woman nod her head in acceptance at that.<br><br>"Alright. On the murderer, he initially took down a young woman with half-orc lineage, people found the poor girl stabbed to death in an alleyway, and didn't think too much on it at first, until finding someone had left a silver coin under her tongue. Then the next victim turned out the same way, and then the third. The second one was a goblin girl that was <em>known</em> to put on some rather lewd shows for regular clients at a 'peephole' stage set a few streets away. The third one was a scaled girl with some yuan-ti somewhere far back in her family tree, a lovely miss I wouldn't have minded poaching to work for me from the bastard that kept her on the street. However..." Her eyes closed. "...that time, it appeared the bastard interrupted what was happening, and paid for it with his life. Stabbed into the throat, once. It was a messy and gruesome death, but a relatively swift in execution. No such violence as seen with the girls. They had been stabbed even past death, the man only received enough to silence him forever." Her tone was dead serious. "There's three more the murdering psycho has gotten his or her claws on. Silver coins seem to be the only thing in common, the guards and the undertaker might know more but good luck getting a report from the guard barracks." She sighed at this bit of admission, frustration obvious in her voice.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Found myself busy with real life, 4 weeks of job placement while previously attending a course for this, going on my 2nd week. Supposed to have 2 weeks off after these four weeks, then back to the course. Of course, going to have to see if I can keep my position or not, depending on job performance. Anyway, sorry just wanted to explain my absence for the time being.</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>29-06-2014, 12:02:43</strong>
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				Justin continued to listen as he moved, following the madame as he gave a smile to her reply. Answers were the best that could be done and any individual bits or pieces could mean all the different. “Thanks, I guess it’s all I can ask for. These are rather troubles times it seems and while solutions are never easy it’s best if we can help out when we can. I think i’ll go to the shrine once we’re done here and see if I can find it, she may be able to help in other ways than healing, magic could be highly useful here.” But as he listened, he gave a nod. “Charlotte, did you have a preference? One is work, but on the other hand I wouldn’t wish for you to be uncomfortable here otherwise. I just believe that you leaving without this situation being dealt with could be bad. And i’d rather that if I find your friend that I be able to locate you quickly and easily all the same, so that she may be safe with you.” But what the elf chose was her decision, one that he would respect. But as he listened to the various murders afterward he seemed a bit more in shock, even if he was no stranger to death and killing. It was the fact that these people had seemingly done nothing ‘wrong’ beyond what may have been lewd actions. “So he goes beyond killing them and into making a mockery of the dead. Bad enough he kills them, but then leaves them unable to be buried with dignity. Do you know where to find the undertaker? Guards accept bribes of their own, but the man who deals with them last may have his own stories to tell about the dead.” And, he’d know information about the guard if they gave him the bodies to prepare and bury. “Thank you, i’ll be off now.”<br><br>It would not be long after being given the information on the undertaker that he’d begin to make his leave and head for the old shrine. If there was a mage here, he hoped to find a good ally despite what her actual skills were. And of course he’d keep on the lookout, as the streets seemed more dangerous and darker than ever.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>22-08-2014, 21:43:05</strong>
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				Charlotte smiled to Justin a little nervously before letting out a soft sigh. "I shouldn't ask you to put yourself at risk for my sake without being willing to endure some discomfort. I will work here, with papers and all that, but I will not be doing anything more risque. As long as that is fine with the madame, I'll be waiting here like that and hope you will return soon." She smiled, though it was apparent even with the madame's protection she would not be there for more than a few days. Nonetheless, she seemed determined to not head on home if there was a chance to find the woman she was searching for, caring more for her servant's safety than her own comfort in that instant at least.<br><br>"The undertaker around these parts has a small workshop near the old shrine. Quick blessing before a quick burial, that's all it amounts to but sometimes you take what you can get." The madame spoke seriously while gesturing for one of her girls to lead Charlotte to the back, into her office once more. Smiling to Justin a bit more relaxed she seemed relieved he was willing to help her out, her gaze still a little guarded but her stance seeming more at ease around him now, a bit more trust extended his way perhaps. "He is a sick one, I can say that much. I'd say that there's no such thing as innocence, only degrees of guilt. This murderer seems to see a difference big enough to drive him to kill folks. That kind of behaviour shouldn't be tolerated but the guard ignore it unless they're bribed to help, because they don't care if a whore or two loses their lives. That's the sort of thing that can be expected of them." Her bitter tone towards the end spoke a bit of her own thoughts about hte watch, perhaps a little more than she intended, given the somewhat haunted look in her eyes for a moment.<br><br>"You'll find the shrine and the undertaker's workshop down the street and to the left from the corner where three girls in red are selling petals." The flower petals in turn being something that was bad for a person to take, but something that let them forget about the problems in the slums for a bit, a mild halluciogenic. Compared to a lot of other stuff out there, that was pretty mild and the guards might actually ignore it unless they wanted to rough the girls for money or something else. Probably the only reason why their location to sell it from was that well known that it could be used as a point to guide someone with.<br><br>The walk to the old shrine wasn't long, but on arrival he came to witness a group of three guards watching a robed man being threatened by a rather familiar looking guard. "And who says that a pitiful little altar like this would be exempt from taxes? Nobody. Faith is free, but you are just a broken old man and this shrine's lost its shine. So if people pray here, let them, but gathering money from them? Tsh, you pay taxes from earnings, just like everyone else. Hand it over." The guard captain grinned, only to be spat in the face. His teeth grit together, and he used the metal gauntlet to punch the old man, the crunch of a man's nose being broken against the metal audible in the alleyways as well.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>29-08-2014, 10:15:14</strong>
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				“Okay. You stay safe. Paperwork isn’t too bad, unless it feels like giving you a good cut.” he winked at her before he was soon enough, hoping that the next lead would give him better success on dealing with this murderer. Heading for the area he was directed to by the madame, he would keep quickly but try to keep his movement quiet and soft. The undertaker might’ve been... perverse, but that still meant that if the madame gave him at least a modicum of trust then he’d extend the same offer even if he didn’t quite appreciate the thought of dealing with such a man. Heading down the street, he would notice the three girls and dealers as he knew he was on the path... And as he looked to the group of men attacking and assaulting the man? He would do his best to quickly hide off and away in the shadows, a hand on his sword as he waited for an opportune time. Familiar with how to hide he would use the looming buildings to mask his approach and see the guards mistreat the lone man. Wincing at the visceral and gruesome punch that look of shared pain would then cause Justin’s face to contort in anger as he sought the most direct way to deal with the men once his sword was drawn. A few ‘dealt with’ guards would not really be missed... And he wasn’t going to try and kill them. Not outright.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">29 on stealth to approach!</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>07-09-2014, 12:26:35</strong>
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				As Justin moved up closer to the scene he could pick up the presence of a few tattered banners to the divine host, as well as a poorbox that had been already battered by weapons and apparently forced open. Yet the old man wearing robes was staying quiet even as the guard struck his face again, the armored fist cracking bones with its impact, slamming into the man's jaw with force that would leave a definite dent in wood and might crack stone. The man's reckless violence was showing in the blood splattering around as the guard then paused to sneer.<br><br>"Pathetic. You will hand over the gold, or my boys here will see to it that this 'cult' attempt of yours has been caught trying to steal from the honest people, and you'll find yourself in a jail cell for a few weeks. Maybe that will make you think twice about refusing to pay." He cracked his knuckles inside the glow, the noise evident. The man seemed to relish the blood on his gauntlet's surface.<br><br>The downed man groaned in pain before gesturing towards the back of the shrine, earning a laugh from the two other guards. "Alright, looks like the old windbag finally got it. Good, you pay your bribes on time and you can keep some scraps. You pay none, and claim church protection again, we'll see you dragged through the sewage and thrown into a rat-infested hole." Smirking coldly the two guards headed to down to the wooden symbol resting on the altar, smashing it before starting to lift the stone lid the man had gestured at earlier. <br><br>At this time, Justin was close enough in the shadows that he could reach the first guard and the downed old man in a few steps if he chose to, but the other two were moving thirty feet away, with the stone altar caught between them as they tried to move its heavy lid.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">If Justin takes action, he's moving on surprise round and should roll initiative to follow that, but on that note if he rolls over 13 then Justin will act first, on thirteen Justin will act simultaniously with remaining guards, beneath and he only gets in his surprise round. Looking forward to your next reply.</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>08-09-2014, 10:03:53</strong>
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				Justin’s actions upon seeing the rather callous and cruel guards was simple. His sword was soon in his hands, and as he lunged for the head guard he would use that momentum to lash out and strike down his target! The captain of the guard was the biggest threat, taking them out might make things easier for the longer fight. Of course, his eagerness for violence caused him to miss his mark as he lunged out – more blinded by rage and violence as he made something of a wide swing. Of course he quickly realized what he had done, and was quick enough to go for more quick and vicious blows against his opponent as his sword lashed out in a pair of strikes!<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">My dice went full ham. Nat 1 on my surprise attack, 19 init, then 15/16 to hit vs AC, pretty sure both attacks missed!</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>10-09-2014, 19:36:02</strong>
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				"What-the!" The guard shouted in surprise as the first slash missed him, the blade passing close enough to alert him to a threat though. As he turned to face the man and pull his blade loose though, Justin's second swing caught the man standing stiff, blood splashing against the robed man's face as the guard groaned. He drew his own blade though, and a mere moment later took a swing at Justin in turn, the blade passing near Justin's face in a swift swing but missing as well. The other two guards seemed caught surprised, letting go of the altar's lid and turning to face the fight, both drawing their swords in preparation of joining the fight. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">16 hits, the man did not have his dexterity bonus still as he had not yet 'joined the battle' by having his first turn, so Justin managed to spill some blood in the second strike. They're wearing metal armor but its not a full plate mail, that kind of gear is way too costly for common variety guard, though the guard captain has something better than the average guards at least. <br><br>The guards turn saw no harm done back to Justin, and 1 strike couldn't drop the guard captain so moved along. Now, continuing on, Justin will need a 17 to hit the guard captain in his chain-mail outfit, the simple plates on it are little more than decoration over the rings of his outfit, but the thick metal gauntlets and boots add to the presence, especially given their spiked nature. </div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>11-09-2014, 08:09:21</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">16 damage on the hit then!</div></div><br>Keeping his ire on the guard captain, his first strike did open him up to more, and it was not long before his attacks honed true with his anger. His eyes focused on the man, blade whirling in a graceful ark even as he struck with the flat of his blade to try and force the guard down and out with both attacks!<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">21 and 16 to hit for 14 and 11 damage respectively!</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>14-09-2014, 17:44:03</strong>
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				The slash had left blood trailing along after it at first, but as the guard captain raised his blade to strike at Justin the next slash across his chest drew a deep cut, staggering him somewhat. The cuts were starting to hurt, leaving a nasty wound behind that would undoubtedly be a pain to heal if the man survived. He wasn't out yet, but he was nearing it with the onslaught. The second strike however got caught in his own blade, ruining his strike but protecting himself from the second hit. <br><br>The two other guards charged in to join the fray when the old man chanted a brief word, causing a flash of light that left the two others grasping their eyes and screaming. Whatever it was, the flash seemed to buy Justin a bit more time along with the guard captain at least.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>15-09-2014, 07:52:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The flash of light from the old man was appreciated, his next strike taking advantage as he slammed the pommel of his sword into the mans shoulder, seeking to break it and send the man down for the count! It was a hard and fast strike, though his second follow up blow was not as well coordinated, though he hoped his initial hitting blow was enough!<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">30 to hit on attack 1, for 13 damage. Second attack was a 13 total so I assume it's a miss?</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>15-09-2014, 20:05:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Justin's strike hit home once more, and as the guard-captain slammed to the ground with a groan at the impact, the two others were still struggling to regain their sight. A sword slashed at the man on the ground who rolled away still obviously pained, another in turn thrust at Justin but missing. The captain was down, and it was down to his two actual guards anymore to try and finish this for the downed bully, but these guards weren't obviously that well trained, more of a ruffian than a warrior in terms of skill. <br><br>Justin's second blow at the guard captain was spoiled by the two men rushing in still somewhat dizzy from the flash but trying to fight him and the robed man now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>24-09-2014, 10:06:34</strong>
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				Going in for another vicious series of blows, his sword was held in a firm grip, thoguh he had been parried or dodged by the hampered men as many times as he struck them, another quick and sharp pommel strike against the injured leader, going in for what he hoped might be a knockout blow against the man, pommel smashing into him by the jaw!<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">28 and 11 to hit, for 14 total damage!</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>24-09-2014, 20:32:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The strike against the leader was enough to earne a loud crack as the pommel drove home on the man's throat as he tried to move out of the way, the impact shattering something alright, the man stumbled back grasping his throat with rasping breath before collapsing, blade clattering on the floor uselessly. <br><br>The other two guards seemed shocked at the turn of events, but a quick slash found Justin's left leg aching as a cut found flesh, the blade's edge riding against the skin and muscle, though failing to do serious enough harm to warrant more than a little notice at least right away. The other guard's slash earned a pained moan as the robed man's stomach received a cut, and the robe itself was cut open partially, allowing blood to run loose as the two others sought to avenge their leader.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Justin suffered a hit and lost 3 hit points to the blow, saying something about the low-average "slum" guard's capabilities. Not that deadly unless fought in numbers. </div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>25-09-2014, 19:50:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With the leader down, he felt the cut of one of the other men, looking at the one who wounded. With the leader down, it should be easy to take the last two out! One of the attacks was harsh and quick, a surprisingly brutal strike...<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">15 to hit on the first attack, a natural 19 on the second attack and 16 to confirm. 30 damage if a crit, 15 if not!</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>25-09-2014, 22:24:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Justin's fierceness seemed to shock the last guard to surrender even before the last of the blood landed to the ground, as the furious strike severed a man's head from his shoulders clearly, the other strike having struck the guts with force enough to draw dark blood of having ruined a liver already. The combination strike struck fear into the man who hesitated clearly, dropping his blade and raising his hands. <br><br>His surrender seemed at odds with the fact that the robed man lay at his feet with a cut on his own stomach, received from the guard that was now looking at Justin with such fear visible in his eyes, having seen his companions killed so swiftly by this stranger. "I-i'll get out of here and not come back, just let me live!" He pleaded hastily.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>25-09-2014, 23:14:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Limp out of here with your friends. If I see you again, next time you won't get the luxury of living." Holding his own wound for a moment, he would then offer a hand to help the wounded priest up, shouldering him to help him get somewhere safe. These guards were dealt with, and if they did come back or if any other guards sought to deal with him, he'd let them know just how serious he was. "Hey, can you point me to your home? We'll get you mended there, I promise." He spoke to the man, his tone softer and more concerned.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>27-09-2014, 20:28:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The guard shivered frightened but dashed off quickly, leaving his officer and fellow guard behind. After the brutal impact, leaving the fellow officer behind seemed a fair enough decision, the man didn't live without his head after all, but leaving the officer behind might get him killed if he got caught on that, but then again the man had fled with his life for now, and was probably just glad to get out of there. Given the wounds that Justin had dealt the bully of an officer, the man wasn't probably going to live very long anymore, if he hadn't already perished from the beating he had gotten.<br><br>The old man groaned slightly and shook his head. "This is.. my home.. ugh. Damn whore-sons without a copper's worth of sense... ugh. J-just help me in the back, I got a bed set up." The old man groaned weakly, trying to get up while holding a hand to the wound. "I need some rest and... I'll set it by magic... it'll hurt like a bitch but I won't... die from this much. Damn bastards tend to think a little pain will break me. Hehe. I got magic to heal with." He coughed afterward but shivered. "Doesn't mean I like pain though. Just, just I don't break from it. Not entirely, you know. Act weak and pitiful and they dont care to beat on you so much. Groveling isn't fun but... preferable to death in this place." He grunted, but moved alongside Justin till they got to the back room, revealing a lone bed against the wall separating the area from the main shrine. Two other beds were nearby, with curtains of rags hanging from the ceiling, both holding a figure laying on them, a feminine figure from looks of bare feet that Justin could see from under the sheets, wrapped up and sleeping soundly. <br><br>"Ahh... another reason I give up... I dont want them searching the place... finding them and hurting them too. I help where I can. Its my penance." He muttered slightly towards the end. The two women were too wrapped up to see much more of them than the fact their feet looked human enough, they might be elves, half-elves, humans or something human-ish enough but bundled up as they were on the rough beds, it would take waking them up to see, and their heads were close to the back wall where shadows were long.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>27-09-2014, 22:28:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The guard left with what he could, leaving his dignity behind. Justin just gave a smile at the man as he helped him up, walking with him as he supported the old man. “Save yer breath for now. We’ll get you to the bed and then we can talk, that sound good?” he was a priest afterall, magic would be easy for him to use to mend broken bones and open wounds. Once inside his home Justin would help rest him on the spare bed with a small grunt. “There ya are, bit of a trip to get here but we’re safe now. Acting weak can work, but ti means they’ll keep at it since you’re an easy target. Let’s hope that scared guard sends the others away lest they get the same treatment....” He trailed off, eyes on the two blanket bound figures. “Protecting others is a virtue. May I ask who those are?” The man had to have helped them into bed and secure them, he would hopefully know a bit of information and with any luck, they weren’t harmed. Trusting the older figure, he’d lean back a bit, feeling the dull ache of his own wound, a minor cut that would heal with a bit of care later.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>28-09-2014, 19:23:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The old priest coughed to his hand and shook his head a little at time, sighing a hint wearily as he looked up at Justin. "They're both just newcomers here, that shouldn't be here. One from a higher position kicked out and worrying about her place to sleep or food to eat, almost pushed to the sad work some girls do, selling themselves to feed even a little. The other, well, she is probably from nearby, not the town itself but under." His tone a bit warning, and alarmed. The man was wounded and hurting, but still watching his reaction carefully.<br><br>"She's not fully human. Don't let that cloud your judgement, both seem like sweet girls and needed somewhere to sleep without being molested and robbed in their sleep." His voice was serious and his expression firm, as if saying he would fight to defend them, even after seeing how his companion had dealt with the guards before, he was putting himself in the way of harm for others nonetheless.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>28-09-2014, 21:25:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The slums here welcome anyone. At least, as long as that person doesn't raise their head above the others too much." The other sounded as if she was from underground? He knew there were ways down into the depths, if one was careful and knew the paths. "Nothing wrong with helping others. However..." His tone was a bit more serious as he looked the girls over, shaking his head after a moment. "S'nothing. It can wait. Get some rest and recover. I'll stay here for a little while and make sure that the guard doesn't try and come back, that sound good?" There was always the worry they may come back with reinforcements, but he hoped the loss of one guard wouldn't mean that much to them here.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>30-09-2014, 19:12:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yah, alright. If you got questions, wake me up, but a little rest does wonders..." He leaned back, muttering with a hand on his wound, the faint glow from it seeming to settle the wound somewhat, and the old man chose to simply lay on the bed at that point and try to get some rest. <br><br>Justin's wait didn't last long. While there were no signs of guards rushing in to the shrine and the sight of the massacre, his wait was interrupted by the footsteps from the small backroom, revealing a young woman hugging a blanket around her, with a face that struck Justin as familiar one. The one that the noblewoman was seeking, the picture matched the girl. "While I was trying to sleep, I couldn't help but wake up to the noise earlier. Is everything alright now?" She asked a little nervously, eyeing him warily with the blanket wrapped around her, but based on the bare shoulders and legs, she was sleeping quite vulnerably. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>30-09-2014, 19:19:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The woman that came out was not so much of a surprise to him as it could have been and as he looked the woman over he gave a shrug. "Pardon, we haven't met. I'm a friend of the old mans, he was in some trouble and I helped him. He's recovering, taking a bit of a nap. It's best not to disturb him." As Justin rose, he gave a smile. "My names Justin, now..." Trailing off, a finger was put to his lips, leaning forward. "You are Helena, yes? A friend of yours wanted me to find you, Charlotte. I know that's sudden, sorry. But you do know her, right?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>30-09-2014, 19:39:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/6MRrO.jpg)</div><br>"Umm... yes, its Helena Eastfield." The young woman said a bit uncomfortably at the time, looking at her feet a moment as she shifted on her feet. "And yes I know Charlotte." She allowed faint sigh to escape her lips. "I'm not sure what her father told her but its... not as simple as just going back." She looked up at him. Staring at his eyes as she continued. "Her father gave me an order to strip, and seemed to have every intent to 'practice the rights of a lord' on a poor servant girl. I decided then and there that there's no paycheck worth my self-respect. I left." She looked away a bit awkward, sighing faintly. "I can't imagine her father told her why I left, but I don't think I can return when things are that way." <br><br>Shifting slightly uncomfortably at the thought, she refused to look at him again right away, seeming a little more tense and awkward afterwards. The cloth hugging a bountiful bosom, the hair shifting slightly, untied as she had gotten out of the bed, but framing her face beautifully. "I was trying to get a job as a shopkeeper's assistant but the people around here seem more inclined to expect... something extra."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>30-09-2014, 19:43:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I see, I had something of an idea that everything may not have been as it seemed. However, Charlotte seemed to care for you as a person and I was asked by her to help find you. Perhaps if you do not wish to go back there, and I do not blame you for that." He trailed off, thinking a bit quickly. "Then perhaps we can work out another way for you to survive out here. The slums are pretty dark, especially for a woman who has dignity and care for herself." Justin smiled. "And she came to find you because she was worried about you, not seemingly for her father." He looked to her, though his expression was more relaxed as he didn't wish to be seen as a threat. "If you don't want to see her again, that's fine. But perhaps she'll hear you out, and we can come to a better arrangement on how to keep you employed and safe wherever you choose to stay."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>01-10-2014, 19:39:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Considering her options and looking at Justin seriously for a moment, Helena nod her head a little and allowed a breath to escape her lips again, having held it for a moment while she thought. "I will hear what she has to say, I liked the daughter of the family, I just find myself unwilling to work for a man who would have me whore myself to him in between my other duties. I know this area is rough but thought my coin would last a while. Only to get my pockets picked soon after arriving and finding myself in more trouble. I was grateful to be able to take some shelter and protection at this shrine, but it is only temporary." Her breath shaking a bit she shook her head at this thought.<br><br>"I would like to hear what the young lady wants to say at least." She said a bit uncertainly, but at that time Justin's ears could pick up the rushing steps of people approaching. Instead of guards however, a pair of robed figures slipped inside the shrine grounds pressing to the wall around the entryway, just as other footsteps rushed past, none of the others seeming to think of entering the shrine. The cloaked figures held their distance, but even as Justin had seen them rush in, Helena was already gone to the backroom, and out of sight.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>01-10-2014, 19:56:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm glad you'll at least hear what she has to say. I can promise you that even if she had more nefarious reasons behind this i'd make sure no harm came to you." Getting pick pocked on her first day out here was rough, Justin gave a sigh of sympathy as he listened to more of her plight. "We'll also find you a better home, of that I can promise." Whether it was something Charlotte helped him with, or that he did was yet to be seen but he hoped it would work out either way.<br><br>When the cloaked figures started to rush forward, his eyes looked to the figures as he did his best to see who they were, what they may have wanted. Hiding somewhat as well his vantage point was great for not being seen... But seeing others in the detail he wanted to would not have been easy.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">27 on stealth! 14 on perception, ugh!</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>02-10-2014, 19:41:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The two figures huddled in the doorway for a moment, before a rasping hiss rose from first one's throat. "That was way too close." The second one's head nod, the hood obscuring the face from a small distance, but still. Both wore rough gloves on their hands the robes helping conceal most of other details though. "Think its safe to head out?" The first voice hissed again and the second figure merely seemed to shrug while casting a look outside at that time. <br><br>Justin was staying out of sight with the altar near enough and the benches set up not too far away, old and worn as they were, he had some cover to take advantage of but little to actually get too close to them. "Clear, lets go." The second one said in a more guttural voice, the two figures hurrying off again quickly enough, though not before Justin could see a scaly tail swish in the air from underneath the robe's cover as the first figure dashed off to chase the second one. <br><br>A moment passed, and it seemed they were gone, along with whatever they were dodging. The guards should have been here by now too, if the run-away guard had returned to report in at his commanding officer about the loss of his companions. It seemed nobody was coming, at least not right away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>07-10-2014, 16:47:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The rasping hiss didn't quite sound normal or human but with him being unable to see inside the hoods and cloaked he was left guessing as to what the people were. A scaled tail however betrayed one of them as they ran off, causing Justin to pause for a few moments. Lizardfolk? Or something of a draconic nature? No - can't be draconic, or at least he guessed. Breathing out more fully once the duo left he kept his distance for a few moments more until he began to move around more openly again. Not desiring to leave until the old man was back on his feet and he could give an explanation he'd stay in the area, keeping watch for guards or other odd figures, as the cemetery seemed to be rather popular today!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>07-10-2014, 19:11:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His vigil continued unbothered for a while allowing Justin a chance to look over the shrine. The table at the front with the religious icons was made of sturdy stone and the icons attached to its lid, probably the only reason they were still there. Torn, weathered old banners of religious symbols hung along the walls in a quiet reverence to the divines, most of them tarnished beyond fixing, their materials stained by vandalism and who knows what else, some of them showing bloodsplatter against them as well. <br><br>Nonetheless, as Justin was keeping vigil there did not seem to be any other trouble coming their way. A half hour passed without anything going on, before there was a small groan as the old man slowly got on the move. His hand held against a stomach that was whole again, though showing a wicked bruise along it, a small smile on his face as he looked up at Justin, though still groaning at each step. "Magic does wanders to keep one alive through a lot of things that should kill a man or woman. It cant take away the pain entirely though." He sighed a bit wearily, looking around. <br><br>"I am grateful for your aid and want to make it clear I pay my debts. I don't own much but if nothing else, I'll be ready to heal you should you get into a fight and need it." He offered seriously, though still standing somewhat shaky. "Though at the present time I am a bit tapped out."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>07-10-2014, 19:25:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seemed that was the last of it for today, and as he looked over the table and icons on it, he mused to himself. "Place could do with some cleaning up... Maybe I can volunteer for that later." The bloodsplatters were disconcerting but it wasn't the first time he'd seen violence. The half hour passed uneventfully before the man rose, waking and more at peace. His stomach was more healed than before, and as he began to approach Justin met him halfway so the man didn't have to walk in suffering. "Hey, relax. Sit down, i'll getcha some tea or water or something easy to drink." Food might wait a bit, but water was important. "You're welcome, can't say i'm in need of it now, but in the future i'll definitely need it. Seems fighting and I have a bad history together. If I may ask, I met Helena, but what about the other girl? What happened to her? I haven't seen her get up at all, and i'm a little concerned about what may have happened with her. I'd like to stay until she wakes up, but as it is i'm already searching for someone dangerous. Maybe you can help? I'm looking on information for the person who's been murdering prostitutes and the ladies in the slums, The guard will do nothing about him, and it's my job to help where they can't and won't."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>08-10-2014, 20:27:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmm. I prefer to keep my guests secrets their own, but given that you have stayed to defend myself as well as them, I suppose I can part with what I am allowed to say, but there are some things that are kept secret from all but those who spoke them to me. I apologise but this will hold true for you as well if you confide in me about something." His expression serious, the robed man sighed faintly.<br><br>"She appears to be a monster-gal of some importance, but one from a family that got nearly extinguished <em>beneath the city</em>. There are some after her because by the virtue of surviving their pursuit she could, in a few days, return to demand the heads of those guilty of the attack as she is a living witness to the crime that took place. They have their own rules to deal with things, but cheating is not uncommon as long as there's no witnesses to tell about it. The ones killing her family failed to catch her however, and she is here avoiding assassins among humans, though not desperate enough to resort to theft yet. She's been helping out at the shrine somewhat, but staying hidden for most part."<br><br>His tone of voice was conversational and at ease, but he seemed to watch Justin seriously as he shared a little about the other person's fate, before humming slightly at the mention of the murdered prostitutes. "That's been an awful bit of cruelty I'll say that much, a few people came upon the murders before the guards moved the bodies, but from the looks of the killer has made sure their death isn't a clean one. It seems&nbsp; they know how to prolong someone's pain, as a healer I would say the description of wounds sounds lethal from the start but one that keeps a person from dying right away. Such things are useful for two kinds of people. Sadists who get pleasure from the suffering of others, and are thus often rather insane individuals and hard to predict. The other group is ritualists, who seek to gain something by committing acts of cruelty. There might be some esoteric, hard to decipher message behind the murders but it could just as easily be the lunatic actions of an unbalanced mind."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>09-10-2014, 20:12:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm asking mostly due to concern - you said you were helping these people, just so happens my business in this town is protection of others as well. I'm more concerned if someone is hunting her or presenting a threat to her that can be taken care of." Giving a quiet not to the man, he would continue to listen quietly, making no real sudden movements or anything that he thought would cause an alarm. "I'm sorry for the loss of her family and that she's been thrust into this kind of situation... I hope those who hunt her don't find her. But for the killer..." He had assumed there was a greater reason for the killings than mere murder and as he listened he just nodded quietly. "I'd assume ritualists, or some cult or group that needs this suffering. It could always be some lone murderer, but with how many are dead and how hard it is to catch them it seems, i'm going to assume this is for a more nefarious purpose. There's not much information to go by just yet, so everything I get helps. I was told you would have more information on the deceased, so perhaps there is a pattern to be discerned by their deaths, assuming this isn't some madman with a knife looking for easy targets." he doubted it was that simple, there had to be a reason for the deaths.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>12-10-2014, 21:42:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The robed man drew a sharp breath before speaking up again, his tone entirely focused. "The victims have been <strong>primarily</strong> those who are demi-humans, or monstrous humanoids. There are a few places outside of the 'undercity', mainly in the slums, which offer some shelter for those who have such inheritage. One of them is the <em>Broken Camp</em>, a bit of a gypsy-caravan of old wagons and such, as well as hovels, set down amidst some of the more venerable old buildings, into the old courtyards. They have a bit of a tight lip about things there, so finding out more can be tough. There are others but I believe the ones who have fallen on the streets have mainly come from there. The Broken Camp has access to the sewers and through them, the undercity. They're not exactly fond of the smell though so they keep the hatch to the sewers surrounded by old herbs that are rather good at defeating the strong odors. Not that it helps any that want to travel through the old tunnels, gross as they are." The robed man's expression remained serious as he drew a deep breath, sighing.<br><br>"If you want to ask about the gals themselves I can try and expand on what I know, but for most part they've been... 'entertainers' who wanted a bit of a better treatment than they'd get from their own kind, but not having much luck in this city. Though their exotic looks drew an audience to whatever show they put up. From all I've gathered, they're more commonly teasing, putting on a show, or otherwise playing by their own rules before others than outright... ugh, gutter whores, as some like to insult them." His expression was grim, displeased to mention the monicker. "The guards have little care for their wellbeing, only that they are paid the bribes that they want. So the girls banded together somewhat in the Broken Camp. Not as safe as a madam and a 'house' but more of the coin landing in their own pockets and a chance to say no appealed to them. Unlike the humans or half-elves, they tend to be wary of trusting a man to be a 'pimp' for them either, preferring their 'sisterhood' as much as hag-fighting occurs they're somewhat united to protect one another. You might have a way in by saying you're hunting for the one killing the girls. I imagine they'd be willing to extend a little trust to you on that at least."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>13-10-2014, 10:51:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Justin gave a nod. "I've been told the stats of the victims in general, i'm sorry to hear anyone is already brutalizing those down on their luck. The worst of it is that i'm not surprised, moreso I suppose disappointed that people would stop that low to people who have done them no wrong. The Broken Camp however? Perhaps I can find them and see what they no. I'm sure they may see me as an outsider but the truth is that I don't really have many other choices to help stop this all outside of gaining their trust. I'm also not looking to be their pimp're anything. I'm sure they value what freedom they have, but I hope they can understand this is a problem that if left unchecked means more death and murders, for everyone involves. I'll let them know, it's just a matter of finding them first I suppose."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>13-10-2014, 17:41:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Fair enough. I can't take you there but you should be able to find a gal offering up some sort of show by looking around, asking one to take you there might get refusal at first but if you tell them why, and that I mentioned the camp, they might be willing to take a chance with you. Just be careful. They aren't keen on betrayals and will guard you for any sudden moves. Might have to let them take your weapon before being allowed to the camp itself, though I'd imagine you'd get it back. Its a risky road, but the other way would be to watch the third street across from here. Given that the murders happened around that area at first, the foe might wander about somewhere there when the night falls. Of course, the murders have a fairly wide spread but many people cross that area and from what I understand, most of the ... demihuman population frequents that area too, so... one of their 'entrances' might just be near-by."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>14-10-2014, 06:47:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't worry about taking me there. I can move around pretty quickly. I'll look for someone who might know where it is and explain myself to them, hopefully it'll be easy to get them on my side but I wouldn't blame them if they're skittish or afraid, they have good reason to be. Past that... I think that's all I need." Thinking for a few moments, his lips made an 'oh' gesture as he nodded. "Oh, have you seen Helena? Before I go off to do this, I still needed to talk to her about something a little perosnal between us." It was a stroke of luck to find her here, and he was still a little concerned for her safety.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>15-10-2014, 21:04:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"She made her way back to the other room earlier, dressing and waiting around there for a bit before starting to read on a small book she had with her. I imagine she would be happy to talk with you still." Smiling slightly, the robed man stepped back to the room he had come from, and a moment later Helena stepped out, this time clad in a short brown tunic covering her figure a bit better than the bedsheets could, bowing her head a little.<br><br>"My apologies but the earlier commotion made me feel a bit wary and not want to step back out until it was safer. The old man has some... interesting spellwork on the door's arch, getting past it with bad intensions would probably be a bit more difficult."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>15-10-2014, 21:10:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gave a nod. “Thanks, part of the reason i’m here is well, a friend wanted to see her again.” He figured he could give the basic explanation. But when Helena came out, he gave her a bow and a soft smile. “It’s fine. You don’t really need to apologize, not everyone is a fighter or wants to deal with trouble. I did want to ask if you wanted to see Charlotte today. I can escort you to her, and you don’t have to go. She was concerned about you, and I think she has your best interest at heart, she came here because she was personally concerned about you.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>17-10-2014, 20:27:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I would like that, but I still feel a little tired and it seems you got things to do. I can leave with you in an hour if you wish to wait, or I can wait around here till you are back and go join her then. Its already been a while since the trouble earlier today." She smiled a bit awkwardly lowering her head. "We cant all be heroes but it still shames me to slip away so quickly without saying anything. I just worry about what might happen in this place, since people's lives dont seem to be highly valued by at least some. I am glad the old robed man is better than some of the people on the streets, and that the lady met you and not one of the crude swindlers that would've tried to sell her to a brothel as fast as they could slip her something." She shivered, noticeably afraid of that. "I refuse all drinks i don't see poured right in front of me due to that these days." She muttered a bit warily again, before blushing. "Sorry, I get a bit nervous and rant when feeling a little guilty."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>18-10-2014, 16:32:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If you are tired and wish to wait, with the guards gone I believe you'll be safe. The worst your friend is doing while waiting for you is helping out with paperwork and I believe that she can handle that for a few hours." Justin smirked, a bit of dry humor to it all as he gave a nod. "Don't think that way about yourself, though. Helping others out can come in many ways other than fighting, and if you have no skill in such you shouldn't put yourself at threat. Help the best you can, and in the end what you do that way can matter just as much. We're all lucky we can help one another out here since as you've seen the city can be pretty dangerous. And don't worry about feeling nervous, better safe than sorry. I know you'll be safe here and before long you'll see Charlotte again. For now though, it's best I leave." Which if he had no other business to attend to he'd begin to do with a small flourish.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>18-10-2014, 19:42:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Helena bowed a bit and smiled. "I'll go see the young miss alongside you then when this is over." She bowed her head a little before returning to the back to leave Justin to take care of his wandering. As the young man was back on the streets quickly enough, his steps brought him to a light rain that seemed to be making the shadows all the more inviting as the little rooftop cover gave at least some protection.<br><br>Running steps could be heard, before Justin saw a figure leap from one roof to another, crossing over the ten-foot gap between buildings and landing to their feet, keeping running. There was cussing and yelling of 'thief' from someone on the first roof, out of sight, but this sort of encounter wasn't enough to draw much interest if one wasn't just there to see it. It was gone so fast, and a fair share of folks thought it faster to make their way across the rooftops that there were actually a fair share of small 'bridges' at various points to let people keep crossing with relative impunity. Places to climb up and climb down, it was a dangerous terrain to run, but some seemed as if they were born to run and climb, jump and fight on the uneven terrain.<br><br>Nonetheless as Justin made his way to the darker streets, he was greeted soon by the sight of a short green-skinned gal wearing a dirty bustier pushing her ample bust higher, a thong riding her slit a bit uncomfortably it seemed, standing on a small balcony of 'wicked gals' house, the sign promising 'drinks with exotic company, and negotiable company'. Based on the glimpse indoors from the doorway, the whole place had a few beast-gals about, though none of them looking all too cheerful, a burly big bruiser of a man standing in the lobby watching the people that passed.<br><br>There were a few gals standing on corners, a few more girly guys as well for that note, and a variety of shops offering a variety of goods, but further off a lone young woman with a bit of scales visible on her face could be seen standing and looking around nervously, a robe she wore would have suited a monk, but its front was held open enough to show a bit of a scaled bosom's surface to it, a slim tail's sway evident in the robes its tip occasionally slipping out to show a little bit as well, though she appeared to try and keep it hidden.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>18-10-2014, 19:59:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you, take care here!" With that, he was off to the city once again, hood drawn up with the rain beating down once again. The sight of a suppressed thief on the slippery and slick roof tops above made him curious as his vision strained above, seeking to catch sight of them! But it was fleeting as he moved into the red light district, his eyes briefly on the pretty if uncomfortable looking goblin girl advertising a dour looking brothel. If she cleaned up she'd be rather pretty! But she was obviously unhappy. He'd move aside her, handing a few coins to her, about twenty gold in total. He expected nothing from the random act but it was charity all the same!<br><br>The "hidden" scaled girl also caught his attention as he eyed her, his gaze drawn to what seemed a familiar sight with the tail...<br><br>(I'd roll perception but mobile. If you do, it's+12)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>18-10-2014, 20:13:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The goblin gal blinked in surprise when he gave her the coin, her expression one of surprise but then quickly hiding the coins into a pouch she slipped between her breasts she looked at him for what he might desire, but seeing him continue had her blink again and watch after him. She smiled a little and looked after him a while, but then went back to posing a bit, though seeming reluctant to do so. Nonetheless, the coin went to her pockets rather than being taken up by the man that watched the lobby given how quick it was and perhaps out of sight of him. All the same, her eyes did follow him curious after that gift of charity.<br><br>The scaled gal didn't seem to be 'offering' services as the others were, her bosom was showing a bit but at the same time it seemed more to distract from her loitering, her gaze shifting a bit nervously as her tail swayed, she was not bored and waiting for a patron but seemed more nervous and trying to blend in to the background from the looks of it. She swallowed quietly at the time and noticed Justin looking at him, but just averted her gaze quickly.<br><br>She was similar to the sleeping gal at the shrine, but seemed perhaps a touch too young. She might be an adult, but it was at the point of being -uncertain- where as most gals on the street were obviously of age already, some of them might be considered 'past their prime' to be honest but rough life did that to people eventually. Nonetheless, her gaze rose slowly towards him, watching him a bit nervously.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>19-10-2014, 10:00:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If there had been any ill intention or perverse desire in giving her the coin he was incredibly adept at hiding it. The man gave her a smile instead, something more charming and simple as he seemed to look back at her all the same. She was a little more at ease it seemed and that was part of the reason as to why he did it. He’d already been in one fight today and seen his share of violence and bloodshed, best to help out at least one more lovely lady by brightening their day a bit! Plus, the way his eyes did look back at her showed that her newer interest was hardly unwanted or unliked! Quite the contrary...<br><br>Of course, the scaled woman was interesting in her own right, and as his eyes kept on her his look was more curiosity and trying to figure out what her game was. She was here and Justin assumed she was waiting for someone, but who? Could it have been the woman in the bed from before? No, he doubted it. She had to be related to one of the runners from before, right? That’s the one that made more sense to him, breathing a little more lightly as he tried to find a good vantage point to keep a light eye on both people.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>26-10-2014, 20:37:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The goblin girl's attention lingered on him a smile playing on her lips. The green-skinned gal was slender and though a bit of curve covered her figure she seemed a bit awkward to put her body on display to sell the way she was in that outfit at the balcony near the door. Luring clients in might not be her best skill but the bit of soft bosom and the thong tugging to the green slit's lips had a bit of a forced wedgie on her, it couldn't be comfortable but trying to put her twat on display to lure someone to ask for her company perhaps. Nonetheless, she looked back at the direction of the bouncer quietly at one point, tugging the thong a bit down and to the side displaying the faintly plump lips of a small mound at him, even if Justin might not look she seemed to at least flash at him a moment before trying to slip the thong back into place. Her hands adjusting the dirty bustier to try and have it lift her bosom up more and look inviting, though embarrassment was evident on her face as well. The bouncer wasn't paying attention to that, didn't care much it seemed.<br><br>On moving a bit aside Justin was met with the sight of the goblin gal looking his way now and then, but then a man approached the scaled woman, speaking to her lowly but dangling a coin pouch by fingertips, smirking at her at which point the scaled woman was crowning and crossing her arms. Not the mannerisms of one trying to sell themselves certainly, she seemed rather cold to the man's words, but he nonetheless grasped on her wrist to tug her along towards an alley as she followed, reluctantly but still. The man's greasy black hair was combed back, but his outfit of finer silks, a gentleman slumming it seemed, but the greasy look of a hair was a bit odd.<br><br>At that same time, the goblin gal stepped off the balcony to try and head inside the house when the bouncer turned towards her, slapping her face and growling in orcish, gesturing back at the balcony angrily and growling into her face, the green-skinned girl holding her cheek and cowering.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>15-11-2014, 09:41:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For every break, a set back occurred it seemed... this time? Two of them at once! His sympathy was heavily hit by the goblin being abused needlessly, the man callous and cruel. However, she was relatively safe there, while the girl whisked into an alley was not as much... plus he had a job to do. For now? He needed to follow that job, quietly but quickly moving after the greasy haired man and the woman he took. While he may not be the killer it could give him a lead. He'd look the brothel name over though, as he would be back, if only to ensure the goblins safety later.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>19-11-2014, 19:10:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Casting a look at the brothel before leaving, Justin had a chance to catch the name in orcish before hurrying off, but it wasn't a familiar word. Probably something dirty though, but the place was noticeable enough to find again later. Nonetheless, as he stepped into the alleyway behind the serpentine woman and the greasy-haired nobleman. The man seemed to be dragging her along towards a doorway a little further off, before grasping the scaled woman's bosom and roughly kneading it, earning a whimper as she pressed her hands to the man's chest saying something in a low voice, the man glaring up at her. "You want to be reported, swampass, or will you be a good whore and do as you are told?" His voice was menacing and angry at her interruption. <br><br>The look on the scaled woman's face was obvious revolted at the man's words, before he began to try and tear the outfit down and off the scaled woman's form, not having noticed Justin's closeness. "You should be flattered, 'waiting for your sister', bah, you're a corner whore and I'll show you the business, you do good and I might hire you as a maid for a few months..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>28-11-2014, 22:18:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He'd remember where it was anyway. But as he came across his current destination, he'd keep to the shadows for a few moments, sneaking further ahead and quietly so as he came across the current scene. The man looked like he could have been a noble,&nbsp; though the only nobility he seemed to actually possess was wealth and money. Giving off a light growl of anger, he'd begin to approach more openly as the man became more daring - and as he did, Justin would speak with a rather plain but evident tone of anger to his voice. "The woman said let her go, so I suggest listening to her. That is, unless you really think tou have a chance in a fight out here." Did he? Most nobles disliked violence from his experience, so there was the hope this man was as limp and nonthreatening as most others he came across during his time in the slums!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>30-11-2014, 00:56:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ehh!?" The man let go of the woman on hearing a second voice rise in the alley so close to him, a hand slipping to his pocket pulling out a sharp, curved blade as he cast a look at Justin, a narrow-eyed look at him evident as he grit his teeth together. Suddenly the look of a nobleman was gone from his eyes, replaced by a chilling coldness one might expect from a soldier who had fought and bled in countless battles, losing himself to the horrors of war to return home and find there was nothing remaining of their life to return to. That level of coldness chilled to the bone, his hand grasping the dagger viciously as he shot into action crossing hte distance quickly and slashing, the blade seeming to try and catch him unaware, unprepared to defend himself, and stabbing at his ribs like he planned to pierce Justin's heart in one quick, brutal but precise move. <br><br>The fact Justin was ready for it and moved out of the way of the worst didn't halt the fact that blocking a blade aimed between the ribs by having one's arm in the way didn't stop it from hurting like a bitch. The blade sank into the skin and tore muscle, gnashing on the bone and slicing its way forth, lifting skin on the arm as it pierced through before being yanked back as the nobleman held it in a ready stance, eyeing Justin with a coldness in his eyes that might have left a lesser man soiling himself. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">The nobleman used a quick move to close the distance, then trying to throw in an attack at the end of it, trying to catch him unprepared for combat (win initiative on a 'surprise round' as the dagger's appeareance and dash was very swiftly executed) and use a sneak-attack on him before he could draw his own blade and ready himself for a fight. Unfortunately for the nobleman, Justin was already ready for a fight on entering the alleyway, so he only managed to get in a regular hit with that dagger, but it still hurts, to the way of 6 damage done, regular piercing damage, 2 from strength, and 1 point of magical burn from the dagger's press. It seems a clean blade at least, no saves being called for. <br><br>So in short, he tried to catch Justin flat-footed in some way before stabbing... also, I'd like you to correct your character sheet for the HP your stalker has to himself, if possible... Not sure how we agreed before, I'm fine with either maxed first 3 and then roll or average for the rest... or if you prefer, going all out with maximized hp since its a solo-game after all.</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>07-12-2014, 10:41:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The strike hurt, but even as it did he'd grit his teeth while diverting to the side. Even as he shifted away the blade would still strike deep, and as he felt blood flow from the wound his eyes were pained, his tone cold. "You asked for a fight..." Justin had a far bigger blade - and while the noble had a cold glare, Justin's glare at the man were the trained eyes of a warrior studying his opponents moves. A quick pairof strikes - more pommel smashes and the flat of his blade to disorient and harm his opponent. Warning strikes, but still strong should they connect!<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Whoops! I did forget HP. I think i'll just go with maxed out for simplicity sake - it is a solo game, I figure doing away with a lil bit of randomness will make it easier going forward.<br><br>Swift action to study the man, then 2 non lethal attacks, each at -4 to hit. 16 and 10 to hit, 17 damage each.</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>14-12-2014, 18:34:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a growl from the man when he met with Justin's glare, the first strike hitting him with the pommel into the jaw, causing the man to take a step back, but the swing with the flat of the blade managed to only hit air as he moved out of the way. The dagger was swinged quickly at his way before it switched direction in mid-swing, feinting and stabbing against Justin's side. That hit would probably leave a mark but it stopped in the leather, merely giving a nasty knock into his side. <br><br>The man seemed intent to try and take Justin's life based on the way the dagger hit though, trying to aim between the ribs in a fashion that would've left him laying in a puddle of his own blood if it had pushed through. The nobleman's expression was full of cold malice as he raised the blade again trying to draw back a step and ready himself to defend himself, but the man's expression showed the first hit had rattled him up a fair bit already, he had lashed out to strike at Justin but had paid for it, yet the man had come back for a new attempt so quickly.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">More descriptive hit than actual HP damage. A feint followed by a backstab attempt, but the feint failed so no sneak attack, and the attack roll failed by 1 so it didn't quite hit a spot to inflict damage.</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>18-12-2014, 08:59:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This noble was focused and aggressive, it was easy to lead the first strike as the man stumbled back, but at best his second strike only cut a few locks of hair, his greasy strands slowly resting on the street below. Smirking at his first strike, he was agile enough to just begin moving to let his thicker armor take the blunt of the aimed strike, feeling the weapon lash out against his armor in a failed strike. Thanking the heavens for quality steel, Justin returned the harsh and cool glare as his eyes sought to focus on his opponents movement, lashing out with a duo of strikes meant for a more lethal blow. He’d given the man a chance to surrender, and if he wanted to gut Justin? He had every right to defend himself. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">15 and 13!pretty sure both are misses.</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>30-12-2014, 22:19:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a short moment as the nobleman growled angrily at Justin and raised the blade to slash at Justin's throat before deflecting a strike with his blade and dodging the other while aiming a stab at Justin's guts. At this time the scaled woman had snatched a nearby piece of old rotten plank in the alleyway and moved behind the nobleman, swinging it with all her might to slam into the back of his head. The man groaned looking groggy but alive, turning partially and aiming the blade at the woman behind him. <br><br>In doing so, he left himself open for Justin's strike though, a careless mistake done in rage as he seemed intent to gut the other woman for that insolence. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Bit of 'in the heat of the moment' running, the guy's flat-footed after that strike to the back of his head, allowing Justin to strike as hard as he wants and the guy can't defend against it by action, but in turn if its not enough, the guy's next attack is on the woman.</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>31-12-2014, 10:14:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Justin is still quick, focused and steady as his vision focused on the man even while his blade was swept to the side. The second strike against him as vicious, but with the woman aiding him the blow was far from dangerous as he was suddenly distracted. Taking this time to seek an end to the fight, both of Justins next blows were vicious and powerful, seeking to give no quarter to the man!<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">27, 25 to hit, for 11 and 12 damage each.</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>04-01-2015, 20:07:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The nobleman's blade had been raised to try and skewer the woman before him before Justin's blade found its mark and bloody splatter on the wall accompanied a pained yelp from the nobleman, the trembling hand dropping the blade he held just as Justin's blade came down for a second strike, and the blade drank deeply into the man's back as he had turned to try and strike at the woman. Collapsing before her like a marionette with its strings cut, the body lay there in a broken and unmoving once more. As he collapsed to the ground however there was a short pause as the young woman stared at Justin a bit intimidated, swallowing.<br><br>"My apologies for the trouble, and thank you for your aid. I wasn't really... offering... but the young man wasn't taking a no and..." She shook her head, looking at the man a bit warily, even as the man lay there dead. As he had fallen, a pouch of gold coins had broken open, scattering about the alleyway.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>13-01-2015, 10:15:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ending the fight in the nick of time, his blade struck true and ended the fight with a vicious blow. Not really one to be shaken up by such violence, he quickly pulled the blade free to force the man down to the ground. While there was a brief thought to take what he could, well, the death of a noble is different from a criminal, and such coinage and items are easily tracked. Instead, he quickly cleaned and sheathed his blade, looking at the woman. “No, you don’t need to apologize. Not your fault. We should move somewhere safer If you want to talk.” Walking by he’d scoop up the pouch, hoping the majority of coin was still inside. “As this place won’t be safe the moment people find a body here. Especially a nobles.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>15-01-2015, 17:37:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The pouch had, by its weight alone, a fair share of coin within it though as he picked it up the scaled woman simply nod her head briefly, casting a look at the nobleman laying on the ground, then to raise her gaze up at Justin warily again. "Alright, you are right, I am not sure where it would be safe and I should stay around in case my friend shows up but with everything that has happened they'd try and find me for questioning anyway." She trembled at the thought obviously, and nodded her head, turning to lead him along the alleyways. The small paths crossed here and there, as she slipped into one of the abandoned buildings gesturing him to continue, only to cross through a couple of large empty rooms to another broken doorway showing the ground sinking down a bit at a lower section of the district, a few planks from the doorway making a bridge over to another low-built structure's roof, where a large central courtyard was visible, along with staircase down there. She gestured him to follow, walking over to the other side, gesturing down at the courtyard.<br><br>There at the middle of the worn-walled structure was a sizable courtyard with garden of grass here and there around an old fountain that seemed partially broken but still full of flowing water that seemed rather clean. "This was some old bastard's private little safehouse in the slums here, but given its been abandoned for a long time a few of us made it a home." There were tents set out here and there, and the courtyard was surrounded by small pillars supporting a bit of a ledge from the roof to protect a walkway around the edge of the courtyard, with makeshift huts built against a back wall and to the pillar giving somewhat sturdier shelter here and there. <br><br>"I am grateful for your help, but I ask that you keep quiet about this place now. Folks here will understand you are with me but if you look too suspicious they would just as quickly turn towards you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>16-01-2015, 10:46:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was a nice and full pouch, he could make use of the coins and he'd count them out later. The noble was no longer his concern, and as he looked her over, he sighed. "You were looking for a friend?" He'd talk about that later, but just because he came to her aid, didn't give her good reason to trust him. That was fine of course, but he hoped to know a bit more. Was she related to the people he had seen earlier? Whatever the matter, they were soon going somewhere else, and he was quick to follow before they were soon heading through the courtyard and fountain. "I see, it still looks rather nice really." He was being sincere, looking around as he held his breath. "I promise i'll keep this a secret, count on that. Is there anyone I can meet who can help alleviate suspicion or distrust on me? I must be honest, i'm looking to help the victims of the one who's been murdering non-humans in the slums here. I know believing that could be a bit hard, but I promise I have true intentions in helping out. I do not like seeing those who don't deserve it being hurt." And well? No one here or working for a living deserved death, let alone a brutal one. He turned to her, hopeful, "Names Justin, sorry we met under such bloody circumstance."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>20-01-2015, 16:46:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmm, they're unlikely to step ahead when they saw you coming with me they're still wary. Suffice to say, this place doesn't get many... human visitors." Her tone was serious. She looked aside as one of the hut doors opened to let out a short green-skinned gal that looked like a goblin, but she was notably muscular for one, even if her head would roughly come to Justin's waist level. She had a black eyepatch over her right eye, her hair cut into a short mohawk at the middle of her head, black in its color, and rising up just a short bit of way, her green head otherwise shaved smooth. She had a leather vest on her, along with a skirt made of thick fur of some sort, and a rough, but well forged steel blade at her side, one side smooth edge but the other side showing saw-like 'teeth' to it and instead of a sheath, the blade had a simple link on its handle to a hook in her vest's side. <br><br>"What do we have here? Kahrin, you know better than to bring strangers to the camp." Her tone was sharp and accusing, but her gaze switched between Justin and the addressed scaled woman who quickly lowered her head a little. "Ahm, I apologise, I just... he helped me against one of those... those people." She cleared her throat, earning a raised brow and smirk from the strong-looking green woman. "Really now? And what motivated you to do that, mister...?" She cast a look at him, hand on her hip, another resting on the hilt of her sword, but not grasping it more leisurely resting her hand against it now, though she still spoke of danger with her mere presence. Somehow her body language could convey a credible threat even if her words and expression seemed somewhat more relaxed. "As for me, I am Fangbreaker, one of the 'bosses' around these parts, and the only one you'll deal with face to face unless things take a radically different turn sometime soon." She remarked idly, while the scaled woman cleared her throat.<br><br>"Uhm, he told me he is Justin... and ahh, well I am Kahrin, as Fang so clearly called out before. But yes, I was hoping to help a friend, a runaway from another society. We aren't exactly 'united' in here and she comes from a group that uh..." She hesitated but Fangbreaker snorted. "From a group that would have every woman laid back and squatting our babies every moment of their lives to overwhelm humans by mere numbers in a few generations. Brainless pricks if you ask me." She remarked sharply but shrugged, looking over at Justin and then at Kahrin who nod. "I've been waiting her but she never came to the place I was supposed to take her here from, I figure she'd been pursued but I saw a few other scaled ones going about, but no signs of her, so I figured she was still out there." Kahrin explained a touch nervously. <br><br>Fangbreaker shrugged at this and then looked at Justin again. "I was throwing on my vest when you came, hearing you make an offer like you did. Figure there's two things you could do, take out the psycho killing folks on the streets, and give the local whore-mongers a good whack or two to stop trying to drag our girls with them. I don't care if someone wants to do that stuff themselves but pressuring someone or trying to get them hooked on the 'leaf' that makes their mind foggy is an insult I'll repay with bloody knives I'll tell you that."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Thinking Fangbreaker might be a curious character to meet more than once but not sure how you feel based on first encounter or such, just trying to lay her out as she is.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>21-01-2015, 10:05:00</strong>
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				“I suppose that’s true, and humans would be a rarity here. I know i’m not going to be trusted by many. I just want to let them know they are not alone, and that I am honest about my desire to help.” He had no real ulterior motives – aside from helping the elf and her maid, but even then if he had found out about this sooner he’d be doing his best to stop what was going on as it was. But any further conversation was cut short as he looked to the... Goblin? The one eyed woman was a goblin, right? Not that he’d ask aloud. He made sure his hands were visible and in plain sight once he saw her rather wicked looking blades, those actually looked vicious enough to be torture implements!<br><br>Kahrin, that was her name. And the new woman was Fangbreaker. She was naturally distrusting of him, and she would have good reason considering he was pretty armed. Clearing his throat lightly he sighed, and bowed his head briefly. “I know i’m not suppose to be here. I’m sorry. But the reason why I want to help is because the victims are here, where I call home. No one deserves to die they way they’ve been. And the guard care little if the person dead isn’t wealthy enough to at least support an investigation. Someone has to help and I know i’m no saint, but I want to help.”<br><br>“So i’m primarily here for the killer. If Kahrin is looking for her friends, I might have a few... I don’t know, leads. I saw another like her in the city for a moment. A pair, actually. They were around the graveyard district, looking to elude someone. They ran off in a direction but I only saw them heading that way for a moment. I can’t say I saw what happened to them after that. “ Was the woman in the bed at the old mans place another like them? No, her situation was different – murder rather than forced breeding. Best not to involve someone he didn’t quite know, but the situation he was was similar enough to note. “That wasn’t too long ago, perhaps an hour? Two hours ago.” His tone was sincere, and he had assumed that Kahrin may know what he was going on about.<br><br>“The whore mongers... Well, if you have any names or trouble people in specific, i’d be happy to look them over, see what I can’t do. It wouldn’t be the first time i’ve dealt with lowlifes. Not surprising they’d try to get the girls addicted, but it’s saddening to hear all the same.”<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Could be fun! There are always interesting people and she's one of them, there've been a few interesting characters so far so plenty of options and things to discuss OOC!</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>23-02-2015, 14:30:50</strong>
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				Fangbreaker stared at the man seriously for a moment before nodding, and allowing a short breath to leave her throat as she considered her options. "Alright, here's what I know. The killer is a half-human, enough to pass for a human if he tries, but beneath that veil of humanity lurks a monster and not a civilized one either. No, the fellow is rather savage in his attentions. People have become wary of the strangers for that reason, and prefer to stick to their 'regulars' if you know what I mean. Nonetheless, whore-mongers are trying to press gals into service in brothels offering 'protection' while extorting them for their earnings and getting them hooked on the leaf to try and get them bound securely in their control. Which makes it a nasty situation for all the gals around these parts." Brushing her cheek with her thumb, Fangbreaker looked at him intently.<br><br>"There's three whore-mongers that own <em>Red Satin</em> brothel, another is a madame who owns <em>Black Lotus Pleasures</em> and a third one that owns <em>Wicked Gals</em> brothel that is closest to here. Given that the killer is forcing the girls to head indoors to the brothels they have little desire to stop the bastard, his killings are bringing people in their arms to be exploited. However, I am fairly sure one of them or perhaps all of them know about who and where the killer can be found. The owner of 'Red Satin' was caught joking about it before, but suggested he wasn't the only one. So, I would suggest looking into that. If you get your information on the killer from the first among them, I'd still appreciate it if you would find it in yourself to rough up the others. Anyone willing to push that addictive 'leaf' on their gals doesn't deserve it. There's a few folks that offer safety <em>and</em> fair price to things, not forcing gals but helping those who choose the path." She shrugged, not pleased by that but seeming to accept it at least.<br><br>"I am not sure what more to offer for help. As for Kahrin and her search, that's up to her, she wants to stick her neck out when things are stirred up crazy, that's her right but it seems like a risky time to be heading out."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>25-02-2015, 10:18:29</strong>
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				Fangbreaker was a rather serious woman but the information she gave him was more than he could have ever asked for. Just because someone may look human didn’t mean they weren’t a monster. But as he then listened to her discuss the whoremongers and brothel owners, he was glad that his erstwhile ‘ally’ of the brothel wasn’t one of the ones she named. “I’ve sort of seen how the Wicked Gals brothe works.” he said with a sneer. “They prefer to keep their girls in line brutally. I don’t like it. I had plans to go there anyway and see what I could do, guess that just means I have to go there a bit sooner.” he said after a moment. “So don’t worry. And if I can persuade a girl or two to come with me, i’d try to bring them here... If you are accommodating, if not I have another contact who may treat them with respect.” A group could only be so welcoming. “It is risky for her to go out right now, I won’t deny that. But if she does need help, I would be willing to offer my aid when I can.” he spoke calmly. “Still, I deeply thank you for this information. I don’t know how I can repay you other than bringing this mongrel to justice. And I will.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>15-07-2015, 22:07:13</strong>
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				Smirking a bit at the time and nodding her head at the time, Fangbreaker let out a short chuckle at the time, seeming to like the idea of the man heading over to visit those who treated gals with brutality. There was a look of open curiosity in her eyes for a moment before she nodded her head in return, a look of amusement apparent at his proposal of bringing someone along if they wanted to leave the place behind, but then spoke in turn. "It may be difficult to convince them to leave, they may have their reasons to fear rushing off from what is at least a known evil to what may be even worse. People don't trust easily in this city at times. Still, if you do manage, they will find shelter for a while, and can see about finding a more permanent place to stay after things calm down a bit for them." She remarked this briefly, but shrugged. "We don't turn them away as long as they have no obvious ill intent, but we have limits to what resources we have. If you have more than five people looking to flee, you may need to take some without as urgent trouble into the company of others that may help. Beyond five extra mouths, it might be pushing things here." She admitted this in an even tone of voice, watching him warily.<br><br>"Nonetheless, if you make that bastard pay in blood for what has taken place then you will be accepted by the night fires in the camp if you ever end up on the run. Even if your 'equipment' is the wrong sort for extended stay in a women's camp, a temporary shelter is permitted to ones that are known as friends or even allies." She remarked, before casting a look at Kahrin who smiled a little nervously. <em>"I will hold my own search off for a bit, until it calms down, if its easier that way around."</em><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Long absence for Real Life reasons...</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Pathfinder) Silk and Shadow (Winterfeline and Changingsaint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>06-08-2015, 10:55:46</strong>
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				She looked back at him before nodding, and he took her expression as serious despite the amusement she seemed to have at times. “You’re right, it might be difficult. I’m not really anticipating things to be dead simple. We all have our reasons for being where we are, good or ill. And I can’t make people change by myself, but I will see what I can do. No more, no less. I just want to help them.” he added a little hopefully, sighing after a moment. “In any case, I do thank you for what you’ve offered me as far as help goes. I don’t know if i’ll be back here with five mouths let alone one, but I will say that if I find the person responsible for cutting girls i’ll make sure he harms nobody again. I’m not looking for a reward or coin or anything, I just want to do the right thing.” Looking to Kahrin, he gave a nod. “I just don’t want to see another situation like the one I got you out of, some of these people... Darker than I thought the people of this already grim city could be.”
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