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OOC: I was hoping you'd proceed and talk your way out, lol, ok, my bad, should of leaving you some sugestions
The fire caught the attention of the guards. Two of them at your end of the bridge ran off to examine the source of fire. The other two guards were on alert. You walked casually, passing the two who still stood gaurding the bridge. As you walk by, they only a small wind blushing over their face. None realized how close they were to death.
You broke into a run after you past the bridge, knowing you must reach the Cherryisle Tarven, an outpost of the Nightstalkers, as soon as possible.
The west sector of the dale had been at street war for many years. You can see the broken houses along the side of the road, dark holes unfixed on the walls. Even though you know you were under the protection of your spell, you still felt the watchful eyes from the shadow preying on you.
You reached the Cherryisle, a moderate sized tub, many people were in there, shouting and drinking, and everyonce a while cursing loudly. Someone was already waiting for you. A young man about 20, you saw his pointy ears hidden under his curley brown hair, suggesting that he was a half elf. You approached the rogue and remembered the password:
"The night has grown longer than your blade"
You realized that you are still wearing the Crown Guard's outfit
[This message has been edited by 250 (edited 10-25-2001).]
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