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The boy strides confidently toward the only other person on the street.
"He was right where the man told him he would be, and right on time," he thought as he walked towards him to convey the appointed message.
"Who?" Timmy asked, it was a simple enough question and straight to the point, far from the eloquent verbal jousting of the court that Silas was used to.
The boy's calm cool demeanor in waiting for the answer was evidence enough for Silas to determine that he had done this before, more than once. The assassin was probably even nearby hiding in the shadows watching what happened.
OOC: Dastil is in contact with Timmy through telepathy via a magical item he owns.
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Now the swinging bridge<br />Is quieted with creepers. . . <br />Like our tendrilled life. -Basho
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