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~Where flowered words fail, reality awaits~
"We are familiar with the ill-fated order," the woman said, her eyes unseeing. "There was a time when our lord husband had a squire in his service. Now, it has left us with little beyond darkness."
She looked at Larry.
"We have requested your presence here, and are well pleased you have answered the summons. It is not every day a legend resides in the keep. A good thing, I am sure you will agree, considering the troubles it brings to our door."
The duchess pulled a handful of strings, dangling from a beam, a little lower. There was a sound of bells ringing cut short.
"There may not be as much time as we would desire. We understand you seek to bring back the dead, would you not tell us more of this?"
ooc: The strings are tied to a rather basic alarm system in the stairwell, which has now been armed. Disturbing one of the wires makes a bell ring in the room above but doesn't otherwise do much of anything. There are about ten of them, in all.
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