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#16
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Quiet Man Cometh
We're all mad here.
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Felix: listen 1d20 +2 = 8
Felix pays little attention to the murmuring around him. His arms crossed, he taps the fingers of one hand on his other elbow, contemplating the corpse. He's only been in the small village for a few years, but he's already accustomed to the curious mix of people.
So, which one of us will be hanging next?
An inkling and a whisper alert Felix to someone watching him. He doesn't think too much of it, in a place with near all the town gathered. Someone is always starting at him.
Last edited by Quiet Man Cometh; 10-28-2017 at 02:08 AM.
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Posted 10-28-2017, 01:59 AM
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