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[i] Interacting with [@Cryptek12] and [@Aerandir] [/i]
[h1]Lyra[/h1]

	Lyra didn’t know what to say. The hairs on the nape of her neck stood straight up. She had no idea what he was talking about and she didn’t intend on staying and finding out. He was probably dangerous or at least someone she should get away from.

 The empty streets around them had felt serene only moments ago, but now, they just echoed how alone she was. There was nobody out there. And if something happened, no one would see. Sheffield continued to madly babble as she looked back to the inn. It was safe there, with plenty of hunters. She would be okay.

“Uh.. Ahm.. Well. It seems there is nothing much out here. I was wrong. So I’m going to… pop back into the tavern.” 
	
	Lyra sheathed her axe but didn’t release the handle of it. Goosebumps dotted her dark skin. Pulling her cloak closer to her body, she hurried back inside. Once the door had closed behind her, the chatter and talk that echoed in the room made her feel better. She searched for Bobby. He would be keen to help-- most bartenders were.

	[i]Maybe I’m being stupid. [/i]
	
	Her face felt like it was burning as she skirted around numerous other patrons, searching. She had to trust her instincts. 

It was then that she saw Bobby. “Can you help me with something? There’s this… [i]man[/i] and I’m… worried.” She tried to keep her voice down and ignored whoever he was talking to. [/center]