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Hail didn't reply, at least not with words. He just looked at Cassius for a long while, then went back to staring at the moon. Its milky whiteness painted them in a pale ethereal. It was like the power of awkwardness had put them under a spell; the silence separating their dialogue like the...

Hail quickly recovered, standing up straight and putting a plain, normal look on his face. He rummaged in his pocket for some loose change and stood on one foot as he stared at the ground. Sniffing the air, he continued to listen to the woman list out names, pairing people off, perhaps on...

A man clothed in a red suit of armor entered the Dying Dragon and stood at the doorway. There he surveyed the occupants, ashen skinned- check, Loth Moreh- check, girl on a chain... what? He did a double-take. Blinked. Closed his eyes tight and wished the world to go away. But when he opened...

At a late hour, Hail walked into the tavern, a bit tipsy. He stumbled into a chair, grabbed it, foisted it to the soldier's table, sat down, chair back against the table. He raised his hand, "drinks on me, a round for the table!" Hail wore a blue tunic, stiff white collared shirt, and brass...

Hail looked at Cassius, then returned to staring at the moon. "That is classified. But given my unique gifts, is it really so hard to imagine what I do?" His arm had finally taken on its right colors again. He chewed the medicine he had consumed like it were a candy. "Do you remember your...

"...and that one will assist you," she pointed at Hail, who was leaning against a nearby wall. He was wearing a white tunic and blue vest with a little red flower peeking up from a chest pocket. His pants were navy blue, velvet and silky. Looked like he was there on a nice hot date. A scar ran...

He shrugged his shoulders and popped the tablet in his mouth with his invisible arm. "It's compounded from a plant I encountered in the Ixchel Wilds. Anyway, no offense taken. You are right to be cautious. We are a dangerous bunch." Hail looked up at the moon. It was bright enough to see...

"Cassius. Cassius. It's not that surprising we haven't met. I've been on a lot of missions recently to far away lands. Returning here is a bit like a homecoming for me." He said the name again, while continuing to wave his arm around like it were a hot potato. It remained invisible. He shrugged...

"If by literature you mean sitting around a campfire while wrinkled old women swear that Arethil is but an eyeball, perfectly balanced on a tower of skulls, then yes, I indulge in literature." Gripping the arm of the statue beside him, the man raised himself up. He had long, shoulder-length...

"The ancients say"– a smooth voice flowed behind Cassius –"that each night the sun uncages her"– strong and light and close by –"but leashed, her path preordained, never straying." The wall behind Cassius seemed to flex and a man materialized in ripples and blurs out of the air. He sat on a...

"And it is my privilege too," said a figure from a wall, blending in as if cut from the very corner of the room. He wore a long gray robe that looked stony and rough. A bandolier strapped five steel daggers to his chest. But the daggers didn't gleam, bare outlines that almost merged into the...

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