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For Mystral
The man appeared haggard once you got a decent look at him, his trenchcoat was bulky, but didn't appear to do much more than block the wind, the bags under his eyes testified to either gross sleep deprivation or a chemical addiction (or more likely both).
Looking at you with concern he says softly, "If you can still hear the Messengers, or see the monsters tomorrow, you don't have many choices, either start packing heat and join the most dangerous game, try to ignore them, or put yourself out of your misery before seeing them everywhere drives you mad." He gives you a business card that says "Doc119" and lists a phone number. He then starts walking towards the alleyway the creature had tried to follow you down, without looking back.
You feel an odd tingling in your ankle and realise that while still mildly tender it no longer hurts to put pressure on, and the pain fades rapidly over the next few moments until it is only a memory.
[ 10-30-2003, 09:52 PM: Message edited by: Morgeruat ]
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