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Benkei watched as others left the tavern, one after another, and suddenly felt very alone. Sure there were other wayfarers, other denizens, and such clamoring about, but Benkei was [i]worried.[/i] There was a sense of dread filling the air, the stress and fear at the question no one wanted to ask: 

[i]When were they going home? When would they hear from the moderators? Were they being left behind?[/i] 

Benkei sighed and stood up, gathering his things. He noticed Sif sitting alone, Sig must have still run off, and he walked over to her. [color=98A9B1]“Hey,”[/color] he said to her, [color=98A9B1]“Do you want to get out of here for a little bit? I think if I sit around here anymore, I’ll either go insane or explode from Dariel’s flat cakes. I need to check with the blacksmith about fixing some of my armor, and I wouldn’t mind the company.”[/color]

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