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[b][color=6ecff6]Season:[/color][/b] Late Fall/Early Winter
[b][color=6ecff6]Time Of Day:[/color][/b] Early Evening
[b][color=6ecff6]Weather:[/color][/b] Cool air, some clouds, air is clean - Thank what ever god you worship
[b][color=6ecff6]General Ambiance:[/color][/b] Tense, it is just tense everywhere.  
[b][color=6ecff6]Location:[/color][/b] Hamlet of Salarn in the region of Gorlf just south of the Orc Settlement of Yzewz
[b][color=6ecff6]Setting:[/color][/b] Salarn

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	It was several minutes before anyone returned. Slowly from back of the room stepped an old man, he may have been well over six foot tall if he stood up straight but he was crouched over greatly and using a cane to traverse the marble flooring, it clicking with each step he took. The man looked like he could have been anywhere from eighty to two hundred years old, perhaps he should have been on a charm bracelet. He grinned at the two who had entered, missing several teeth behind his weathered lips and stringy white hair. His robes were old and tattered and worn; looking more like a homeless traveler than someone who would run such a place. The only thing of status about him was the yellow silken turbin on his head that was woven to look like a rose. 

	"You come to me you have, incense not you seek. Cleared out air is. Tell me more, tell me more. let me see you," he mumbled happily towards each of them. 

	"Yes, pretty little thing you are," he said towards Persephone. 

	"And you, big fellow, rear end needs tightening," he laughed as he slapped his knee and nearly sent himself stumbling to the floor before catching his posture and steadying himself. 

	"What can Yomdi do you for today? Tell me, tell me!" he exclaimed like an excited child.  

[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=a187be][center]Kyra Altham[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] The Stockades
[b][color=a187be]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Everyone that is at the stockades
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	Kyra smirked slightly as she looked over towards Lob after his outburst, without a second thought she walked over to his cage and opened the door. This was not up for debate in her mind, if the creature had wanted to cause trouble he would have by now. This half-orc was about as dangerous as Ash was in her mind, which wasn't much unless someone messed with their Alpha.

	[color=a187be]"Lob, come,"[/color] Kyra said as she held her hand out to him.

	"Just a second! You can't release him! He was arrested for a reason! We found him under suspicious circumstances!" Marcus yelled at her, causing Ash to growl and take a step forward. "Call your beast off!"

	[color=a187be]"One, yes I can, see what I doing, I'm releasing him and taking him under my protection. Have a problem with that, take it up with my King,"[/color] Kyra spat as she looked over towards Marcus. [color=a187be]"Two, Ash is not under my control, he does what he wishes. Keep yelling at me, he will wish to rip your throat out,"[/color] she sniggered as she knelt down and kept holding her hand out to Lob.

	[color=a187be]"I'm Sana's Spirit Sister, you'll be safe with me,"[/color] she said as she reached into her pouch and pulled out a a small iron ring with a piece of silk tied to it. It looked like one of the rings on the outfit Sana wore when she performed as a gypsy. It smelt of Sana strongly. [color=a187be]"My father mentored Sana before he died."[/color]

	"You let him out of there and I will have you all arrested!" Marcus barked as he took a step back. Kyra's eyes narrowed as she glanced over her shoulder.

	[color=a187be]"If you think your militia can take us, I dare you to try,"[/color] she said coldly as stayed there crouched. 
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