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	[u]Weather[/u]: It is cool but not cold in the Township of Avonshire, or so would say the locals. The rain worked wonders in giving the ambient temperature more of a bite than probably anyone felt was comfortable. The intensity of the rain had indeed lessened, making short trips respectably more tolerable than a hour earlier. All the same, it's best to hang one's cloaks about them with care and gird one's feet with stout boots like good little adventurers, lest one catch a case of the sniffles. 

	[u]Time[/u]: It is afternoon. One might surmise that it is late afternoon, judging by the area of the sky that is slightly less dark than the rest, but this is still up for some debate as the sky otherwise seems a wet, uniform grey.  

	[u]Ambience[/u]: The rain had slowed. How long that may last was then unknown. All that was known was that there was window of time with which to get tasks handled. One could clearly see now why the main thoroughfares have such an ample drainage system, being so near to water - the heavier rain from before could be witnessed in the form of small streams, coursing down either side of the cobblestone streets even as inlet drains channeled it down and away. 

	As the group exited the Hayloft, an astute observer might have seen Robert closing one of the shuttered windows to his establishment again. He seemed to intentionally look away from the party as they made their egress from the loft but gave them a knowing nod after the door closed for the last time. Plausible deniability was ever a useful thing. 

	The once busy streets, full of life, laughter, and commerce, stood now empty. The tension in town was almost as palpable as the weather itself. Everyone knew that many had fled this town. Many more remained, however. Where else did they have to go? Their presence was felt just behind windows and walls of every building that the party passed on their way north and east to the locked-up establishment of Mr. Jacques Mallard, resident silversmith of the Avonshire Township. 
	
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	This building stood apart from the others around it. While other businesses at least bore the appearance of a welcoming environment, this one was boarded up solidly. The slimmest of cracks between the boards keeping the windows secure betrayed the same diffuse, orange light as before, but only from a very close proximity. Upon this visit, however, one could hear a soft metallic tapping from within. A series of three steps lead up to this slightly raised building, terminating in front of a stout-looking, metal bound door. It is a place where precious metals are worked, after all; security was a factor in its construction. Overall, the feel of this place did not instill open invitation. 

	Just up the street from this place was the Bed & Breakfast which Cecily and Lizbeth chose for their lodging. One could plainly see the building, though the sign was a little obscured from this angle. It had curtains drawn and appeared to be doing a good impression of being otherwise nondescript. 

	For Kathryn and Kosara, this was deja vu. Others in the party had been through this area, probably passing it a couple of times during their time in town. Now, it stood as the focus in everyone's field of vision.

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Sorry it's a little hasty. This is provided to give a rough idea where you want to set up in your posts. Jacque's place is the center building along the bottom of this map.[/hider][/center]