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Vincent Pathfinder 91/98
Resting peacefully in the enveloping bed, all that can be heard is the slight whisper of Vincents breathing being droned out by the cats puuring. After a few hours, Vincent snaps awake and looks around bewildered for a few seconds before shaking his head to clear the sleepiness from it. The cat remained motionless and sleeping. Looking at where the window should be, all he saw was the normal murkiness of night time. His elven vision at times a curse but most times a blessing helped him find his belongings and he slowly reassembled himself. The house was for the most part quiet so he assumed all the others had fallen asleep, he felt bad taking Liams bed for as long as he had, butit was so nice sleeping in a real bed. With a stretch he buckled his belt and resecured his weapons, and walked to the bed room door. Opening it slowly as to not make the normal squeak, he surveyed the area in front of him, The fire in the hearth crackled, and several cats were lying about. The room was lit in gold from the fire. Larry sat in a chair resting peacfully it would seem. Walking outside he saw Arcades resting as well. All for the most part seemed well. Sitting down in a chair on the porch he reached into a pouch and pulled out an oblong piece of wood. Unsheathing his dagger he began to quietly widdle away at the wood, enjoying the moment of peace.
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