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Darkness had long since descended on the city, and even the rowdy crowd from the bars had made their way home at least an hour earlier. The streets were completely deserted as Dastil made his way through the shadows. Not even the wiley street smart animals detected the presence of the masterful assassin as he moved surreptitiously through the darkened alleys of the pre-dawn town. All his preparations were in place for the meeting with his newest client. He Moved to the spot where he deemed it neccesary to await his newest client, and began scouting the surrounding streets waiting for his arrival.
OOC: sorry it took me so long to finish this post, but shit happens
[ 08-16-2002, 05:20 PM: Message edited by: AzRaeL StoRmBlaDe ]
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Now the swinging bridge<br />Is quieted with creepers. . . <br />Like our tendrilled life. -Basho
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