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Author: * Chance Drifter Song -
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Date: Dec 25, 2006 - 15:13
I watched as the Two-Leggers and Kindred all gave attention to the Barker which lay near the docile Bo-kin.
I knew there had to be a reason for my being driven here by the unnaturally cold and wicked wind that blew. As an Ever, I was not alone; there was The Dat who owned this tavern, Ramla the lovely Fela, and I suspected even the Two-Leger, Flidhais had at one time been bitten by one of the Nosfaratuu.
But that was not all. I felt another of the Evers near. A dark one. One who had strayed from the path of natural service. Usually I could locate any living being with the gifts the Great Womb had given me...but this Ever-Thing was different.
I set the thought aside and listened to the wisdom of Ramla and her soul-mate, Flidhais. I was here to do what I did well: serve. I followed Flidhais' direction to seek those in need. We carfully braced the oak door and squeezed our way out letting as little of the wicked wind into the pub as possible.
Once outside, I turned to secure the door as Flidhais scanned the wind for signs of the imperiled.
That's when it happened.
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