[center][h1][Color=DF0101]Haakon J. Elvsgaard[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=DF0101]Location:[/color]Grand Continetal Hotel [/center][hr]

At first it seemed to all come into place; this man, Abbas Zien, was indeed an admirer of Miss Tarek - how anyone could admire him back, now that was a story Haakon wouldn't dare write out with his pen - who just so happened to also be a tiny bit mad. He had to be mad to kill that poor man outside and sneak into the room, just to [i]say goodbye[/i]. 

[Color=DF0101]"From the sound of those bells, your last goodbyes will be to the hangman. Come on, get go..."[/color] Haakon began to say to Abbas, pointing his revolver still firmly at the man. His words fell short, however, as he saw the pendant that he held up, to give to Miss Tarek. [Color=DF0101]"Du milde måne..."[/color]

The hieroglyphs. They were exactly the same as those on Haakon's hand. The brand. In the wild chase Josephine and he had partaken in, he had almost forgotten about the most mysterious event of the whole night (and there was a lot to contend with). But now, now the brand was back into the picture, now ever stranger. 

[Color=DF0101]"What is that pendant? Why are the hieroglyps written on it the same as ours? And why the Hell are you giving it to her?"[/color]