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[color=00a651][i][b]Grendel Kirk[/b][/i][/color]
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Gren stared longingly at the door. His future lay within, all he needed to do- [i]CRACK![/i] Gale's treatment of the opposing door snapped Gren out of his reverie rather quickly. The tug was still there, however. He entered into the cabin cautiously- magic also meant danger. Before him lay broken furniture and the meager possessions of someone who clearly wasn't very wealthy.

  Disappointed, Gren stared at the desk. [color=00a651]"So that's it? A coin purse and a letter?"[/color] Grendel deflated like a balloon. He suddenly looked very very tired. He was such a fool. [color=00a651]"Gale, what's the letter say?"[/color] It's not like things could get any worse than they already were. Maybe whoever was here left something at least [i]interesting[/i] to read, if not valuable. But the [i]tug[/i]. What was he still feeling that bloody tug for? This place was barren, clearly. Unless there was more magic involved? Some sort of... cloaking spell? Grendel hadn't the slightest clue.