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A warning to those who prey on the young. by The Watcher in the Shadows (Crossing, Zoluren: 5 Uthmor 363)The last of the tavern's patrons have shuffled out of the bar and an exhausted Baresh gratefully begins closing when a cloaked figure emerges from the shadows near the sputtering fire. "Greetingsss Baresssh" The shadowy figure hisses, a glimpse of slitted violet eyes flashing from within the hood of it's cloak. "I do not wisssh to take up any more of your time, only to relay a messsage to your patrons who have concernsss about thossse who prey on the young." The shadowy figure hisses, "The Shadowsss watch and lisssten, and sssometimesss the hunter becomesss the prey." The slitted violet eyes flash once more as the shadows coalesque to absorb the stranger. "To the offendersss..." the sibilant voice seems to whisper from all around, "You can run, but you'll only die tired." A silence settles over the tavern as the enigmatic stranger has apparently departed. Baresh scoops up a gold lirum from the bar he hadn't noticed before and vows to pass the word on. He whistles now while he finishes with his work, knowing that the pleas of the young do not go unheard. |
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