[h1][b][i][color=#FF0000][center]Guthrie [/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]

[center][color=#FF0000]Location:[/color] Alleyway - Shezze
[color=#FF0000]Interacting with:[/color] The Twins, Vamon, the guards and Nevan[/center]
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Vamon. Vamon the Alchemist. The name did not ring any bells for Guthrie, though that was surely not such a bad thing after all; a name of fame could either mean the element of anonymity would be thrown straight down the mole's hole. It also meant that it was a fair chance Vamon was not a man of an evil character; or else he would have already turned him to the guards. 

Speaking of the guards, Guthrie was unable to pitch in the conversation before their growing group of adventures had been surrounded by an armed band of men. Their weapons and armour were sturdy enough, but lacked the visible marks of tear and wear, that much Guthrie could see. He figured it had to be the guards, the Shezze Militia. As the leader of the guards - clear enough because of her polished armour and the fact that she was indeed a [u]she[/u] - came forward and began asking them questions, Guthrie stood tall and firm as he looked directly at her. His hands hung passively down beside his weapon, his composure giving the impression of a man not about to attack, but ready for anything. 

[color=#FF0000]"My name is Guthrie Harlanson. Blade for hire, though this was a fight I won't demand pay. Those foul beasts of the Dark..."[/color] Guthrie turned his head and spat at the spot where the dark creature he had sunk the flaming sword into had vanished. [color=#FF0000]"There were two; Spirits of Vengeance I recall them being called. Like Vamon said, we think a powerful sorcerer...mage...someone summone it here. One we managed to slay, it vanished over there. The other fled, but only the gods know where to."[/color]

Guthrie turned back to the leader of the guards, giving an quizzical look. [color=#FF0000]"What do you mean by unusual guests? Have there been that many noteworthy visitors the last two weeks?"[/color]