[center][h1][color=silver][b][u]Tallshade Tales[/u][/b][/color][/h1]
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[i]Monday, February 22nd, 2016[/i]

It was a full moon. Which meant all of them were coming together at the Cabin. First dinner, then Grimbold would have a job to give to them. 

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[center][h3][color=slategray]Robert Taylor[/color][/h3]
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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Grimbold's Cabin
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Grimbold and whoever is sitting next to him.[/center][hr][hr]

It was only february, and it would still take a month before the sun would rise above the mountain again. The frozen leaves rustled under Robert's boots as he walked through to forest on his way to Grimbold's Cabin. He knew some of the others had to tell their parents stories of where they were going. Maybe they would say they were helping this old man who could use an extra hand. How noble. Or maybe they told them they went to their theatreclub practice. But not him. Robert lived alone and just needed to make sure nobody saw him when he went out, or where he was heading. It was simple enough, but a necessary thing to pay attention to. He thought of the time that he had had no other choice than to transform into his fox form to be stealthy enought to get past some people without being noticed. Ofcourse he had to leave his clothes behind. So the entire evening he had been wrapped up in one of Grimbold's blankets to cover him and to keep warm. They had made fun of him. But it happened to others from time to time as well.

Grimbold opened the door slightly and peered through the opening with one eye, as he always did. 
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[b]“Ah, Robert my boy! Come in!”[/b] The man said with a heavy voice that wouldn't look strange on a seasond sailor. He patted him on the back only slightly too rough to be comfortable. [b]“Almost everybody is here already. Just a few more. Come! Give me your jacket and take a seat. I made soup!”[/b] The man practically took Robert's jacket of him before he was even prepared for that. He just let it all happen. It was meant as a nice gesture. 

Robert went into the cabin where he found the familiar comfortable, cozy and sort of romantic cabin atmosphere. It smelled of forest and smoke and vegetable soup. It was the wood, the fire place, the  hand-crafted furniture, that all made it seem so welcoming. And there were the animal skulls on the wall, and the old fashioned candles everywhere, that gave of something slightly sinister. But it was a perfect place for them. It seemed to match Grimbold's personality as well. Warm, comforting, mysterious and slightly off. Entering the room, Robert saw about half of the crew already at the table. Chatting, eating the soup Grimbold made, telling jokes, arguing. The way things usually went on these gatherings. 
[b][color=Slategray]“Hey guys!”[/color][/b] He said while looking around for Eddie. Sitting down, he sighed. It had been a long day at the library. And the night had yet to begin. [b][color=slategray]“Pour me some soup, will ya”[/color][/b] He said to the person next to him, as he stretched out his arm with his bowl in his hand, towards the large stockpot. [b][color=slategray]“So, how was your day?” [/color][/b]