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A dark figure comes crashing through the window, covered in think tendrils of darkness, and lands on the bench, knocking 4 or 5 glasses of mead off onto the floor, causing a loud crashing sound that caused silence throughout the bar.
All eyes are drawn apon this figure although none can clear see through his cloak of shadows and all strain to make out his face. The shadows seemed to be eminating from what looked to be a black armour of leather and his glowing white eyes stood out from his hood.
"It would seemeth to mine eyes that thy drunken louts doth have an evil in thy midst. I plead that thee. Show thyself lest I destroy thy one thing that thee hold close"
The darkend figure held up what appeared to be a red skined imp by it's tail, it's barbed point sheathed in a grey sack so that it could not inject it's lethal poison, and showed it to all in the bar. None had yet dared to open their mouths.
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