[i][b][h1][center][color=DarkOrchid]Judge[/color][/center][/h1][/b][/i]
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[center][color=LimeGreen]Location:[/color] Small house near the square
[color=LimeGreen]Featuring:[/color] [color=LightSteelBlue]Locals[/color], [color=SlateGray]Voices[/color], [color=Olive]Aesir[/color][/center]
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[color=SlateGray]"This story only hand endings in sight."[/color]
[color=LightSteelBlue]"And so, what is it you're saying?"[/color] a mamn whose bags under his eyes made him appear five years older than he was asked, leaning close. Too close for the pellar's liking, but nothing beyond what he's experienced in this line of work. The root of the issue with the man was not his closing distance with the pellar, but his festering gums that produced aromas reminiscent of musky sewage air. The pellar, in a calming gesture that also acted to move the man away, placed his hand gently on the man's chest and directed him to a wooden chair against the wall.
[color=SlateGray]"Darkened doors, a knife from a former lover, a dying grasp."[/color]
[color=DarkOrchid]"It is as I have spoken,"[/color] said the man on whose shoulder a crow perched. He returned his eyes to the cow's hoof, where he placed his lips to the severing wound and suckled at the marrow. Blood had stuck to his lips and with it the scent of copper hung over everything he smelled. [color=DarkOrchid]"I see doors darkened, a bolt of light, a splash, and a hand clutching air. Nothing more."[/color] The pellar licked his lips, the drying blood leaving brown streaks across them. His eyes moved toward the peasant, their other worldliness daring him to return the gaze.
[color=SlateGray]"None shall miss him."[/color]
He did not. Instead, he opted for the less intimidating object in the room; the severed hoof in the pellar's hand. [color=LightSteelBlue]"I..."[/color] he started, paused, caught his breath and continued, [color=LightSteelBlue]"I'm only asking that I may hear something more...more-"[/color]
[color=SlateGray]"None shall lament his passing."[/color]
[color=DarkOrchid]"These forces do not work in providing answers. They only offer questions, for which you might find answers. Understand?"[/color] The pellar wore a frown now and shook the hoof at the man as he talked, the severed bit directly in the man's face as he asked his question. When the man nodded, he smiled and dropped the hoof into his lap. [color=DarkOrchid]"Very well then. I do suppose payments been arranged, yes? Four nights at the inn, an evening meal of mushroom stew and pickeled snails if I recall."[/color] The man nodded again, looking away from the pellar, his soft sniffling enough to tell the pellar he wasn't in a place to talk without embarrassing himself. [color=DarkOrchid]"Then I wish you a pleasant evening. Do lock your door behind me."[/color]
[color=SlateGray]"None shall pursue his killer."[/color]
Judge left, nuzzling the crow as he stepped outside into the all-but pleasant square of the back-alley piss puddle that was Shezze. Aesir's beak split open as it let out a laboured, croaking cry. [color=Olive]"Sluhgs!"[/color] it croaked, pecking at invisible slugs on Judge's shoulder before cawing into his ear and crying again for slugs. [color=DarkOrchid]"All you can eat,"[/color] Judge said, placating the creature.
[color=SlateGray]"His fate has been sealed."[/color]