(Don't beat me up, you guys wrote alot while I have not.)

Razer packed up all his supplies, and headed with the rest of the group towards Milas.  He was around the middle of the pact and he didn't pay much attention to the others until the arrival of Maren.  He smiled at her, as she seemed like a personable girl. He even chuckled a little under his breath, as he caught a glimpse of Aelar and Maren holding hands.  

He still had that bad feeling, like an invisible black storm cloud was going to shower him with rain and sunder him with lightning.  He again noticed he hadn't changed clothes for last night's sleep and he sighed.  Still wearing the leather.....

He ran with the others when they got separated on their journey and the headaches began.  Razer had put both front paws holding his head as he ran to catch up with those in the front.  

After reuniting once again the headaches, thankfully ceased.  Shortly thereafter Milas was within sight.  "I'll see you guys and gals later, I want some time to see this place on my own."  It was a lie, he wanted time to think without so many voices around him, so he found the nearest Tavern that Milas had and entered.  It was a worn down shack really and the barmaid looked like she had seen better days.  Not caring about the decor he bought himself a drink with a sour flavor and sat down.  He thought about it for hours and he still didn't know why he felt something was going to go wrong.  

And so, he walked out of the tavern to the corner of the building and turned into an alleyway.  In the middle of the alley was a guy with his hands in his pocket. Razer was passing him as *Thunk* the lights that were his eyes went out.  

He woke up to a blinding headache in a dimly lit room.   Razer was tied up, but he managed to see in the corner of his eye that there were bloody swords hanging from the walls.  [i][/i]     

"So, you are awake."  

Razer glared at him.  

"Your stuff is all mine now.  Fancy clothes, good money, it all belongs to me." said the kidnapper as he pointed to a table in the far corner of the room, where indeed Razer's possessions were all piled up.

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Throughout town, sellswords about thirty in number, were putting up posters on the walls of Milas.

[center]Tiger named R-a-z-o-r a good kitty cat.  

He's in our hands.  

If anyone wants him alive, meet me at The Old Graveyard no later than nightfall where the sun has fallen and the moon has risen.  

Any later the tiger cat, will lose all 9 lives.  

Don't know the graveyard?  

Well I guess the cat will be dead then. 

Oh, yeah don't forget to bring alot of valuables or yeah the cat also dies.[/center]

The letter is signed by one, Drake Rictus.  

One man with a very large longbow, ran into the room where Drake and Razer were.  Drake glared at him as he was interrupted, "What?"  

"We put up all the posters sir."

"Good, Carlos.  With luck, I'll be a rich man tonight and if not."  He grinned nastily at Razer as he finished the sentence.

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