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[color=FFEBCD][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor (Front Gate, chair 11)-> Shadowell Manor (Front Gate, away from chair 11)
[color=FFEBCD][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color]Dexterity
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Raising an eyebrow as the woman gave her answer, Mounte was left speechless. Although the woman’s attires coated her in a well-mannered aura, her speech surprised him for its strong coming. And although he felt a slight sense of gratitude in his heart for the woman to respond his question, at the very least it was informative, his expectations were not met. There were things that he still did not know that had taken place on this metallic contraptions. 

Fixing his posture before asking the woman in front, his jaws constantly moving as he whispers to himself about what to say. But just as his fingers were able to feel the leather texture and the warmth of its owner, the woman just stood up and left her seat. [i] Is she avoiding to answer my question or just leaving due to some other matters that I had no knowledge about? [/i] Mounte strokes his chin, perplexed by the reason everyone behaves so strangely. 

And then, Mounte realized why the woman in front of him had left her seat. Looking up to the sky as the sound of something approaching begins to appear in his ears, Mounte found something black and ominous heading in his direction. Its metallic surface gave him a false impression of a meteorite while the four thin lines behind or nothing more but smoke and chunks of rocks falling apart due to friction.  And doing what he should have done a few seconds earlier, Mounte jumps out of his seat and land on the road next to him, just as the unidentified object make an impact with his seat. But instead of the screeching sound of metal being tear by the meteorite, followed by a shockwave that would knock him to his feet, there is just a simple sound of a balloon being popped. More peculiar, his overcoat seems to be a little wet. Sniffing at the collar of his coat, Mounte nose picks up something strange among the fur of dead animals.    

[color=FFEBCD] Rust?[/color]