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[color=fff200][b]THOMAS LENDELL[/b][/color] :+: [color=fff200][b]NPC[/b][/color] :+: [color=fff200][b]MENTIONS: [@Almalthia][@Argetlam350][/b][/color][/center]

	"[color=fff200]The marks of the beast?![/color]" Thomas Lindell's voice was clumsy, his words slurring a bit as he came up on the couple's side, looking like he had just left the tavern up ahead.  "[color=fff200]Sho you folk is 'afflicted', huh?[/color]"  A crooked smile sat on his face as if the news was entertaining to him.  Perhaps he just took pleasure in the misery of others, or maybe he loved the irony that these afflicted people were hoods.  

	"[color=fff200]Seemsh like our 'afflicted' problems,[/color]" he said, making air quotes as he swayed, "[color=fff200]got way worshe when you all appointed yershelves gods.[/color]"  He then started to look around, seeing if he had an audiance.  "[color=fff200]Look out, folk![/color]" he called.  "[color=fff200]Them Hoods is here!  Come to save the day by poking at things they need not poke at![/color]"  He then gave his attention back to the couple.  "[color=fff200]Well go on, then!  Tell us!  Tell us why you're here?  What type of shit are you about to stir up this time?[/color]"