[center][h3][i][color=skyblue]Kendra Serrana[/color][/i][/h3][/center]
Darkness approaching again. Kendra missed the parts of the world where the sun shined for at least eight hours. This was not one of those places. And gods, it was cold outside. She pulled her cloak tighter around herself.

Her eyes turned to their energetic halfling acquaintance. [color=skyblue]"A killer? As in, another one, besides the one that was just burned at the stake?"[/color] She shook her head. This town had issues. They'd only just arrived. 

Jitter handed her a book, its cover stained with blood. Kendra's handed reached out of her cloak only long enough to take it, before darting back in with a shiver. She tried to find a spot a little more shielded from the wind, then took a better look. [color=skyblue]"This is... ominous. Did you ask anyone at the library about it?"[/color] She flipped it open, finding poetry inside. There wasn't anything [i]urgent[/i] to do while waiting for a chwinga chance, so she started reading and studying the pages, hoping to find something interesting.

It really wasn't interesting. But in that way, it [i]was[/i]. [color=skyblue]"This is awful poetry, you guys. Terrible. Basically gibberish."[/color] Really she wasn't the best judge, but there was definitely more to the book that the bland verses. [color=skyblue]"There's magic in this, concealing something. Wish I knew a spell to fix it."[/color] She glanced up at Jitter. [color=skyblue]"Nice find."[/color]